~A Near Death Experience~

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What happens after you die? Well, our brain stops. Other vital organs, including your kidneys and liver, stop. All your body systems powered by these organs shut down, so that they're no longer capable of carrying on the ongoing processes understood as, simply, living. But, I mean, what happens to you?  Your consciousness- Where does it go? Do we just, switch off?  

Dying, it's not exactly what I had planned, nor was it a good plan. Throughout my life, I often was in a situation that caused me to wander back to that question. What happens after you die? 

No clue, to be honest. The one thing that I do have a clue about, though, is that I won't know the answer anytime soon.

Beep. beep. beep.

It's almost like my alarm in the morning. An annoying repetitive sound that makes you question why you even bother. Although, the problem working at the BAU is that if you don't wake up, lives would most certainly be at stake. Men, women, and children, all depending on us to help them, to save them. But sometimes, we can't. And sometimes, that's enough to not want to wake up in the morning.

Seriously, though, I should actually get up. God, did I fall asleep in a bad position or something? My arms ache- Actually, so does everything else... What's that smell? My apartment does not smell this sterile. Why is my alarm still beeping, ugh. In fact, that doesn't sound like my alarm. And my bed is so much more comfier than this. And bigger. Maybe I should open my eyes.

White light. It's one of my worst enemies, hence why I replaced all the bulbs in my apartment so it doesn't feel like a hospital. Shit. This time I fully opened my eyes, yep, definitely not at home. My ears throbbed and tingled, my stiff hand reached up to cup an ear. A rough material scratches against my skin, a bandage. I blinked, attempting to adjust to the harsh light. I was in a room, a cold one at that, a monitor was to my left, and multiple wires poked out of my hand. Ew, needles. I shuffled in my bed, raising myself up and trying to see above the windows across the room. Yeah, 100% a hospital. I jumped at the sound of someone slumped on a chair next to me. Rossi? Is he- Snoring? 

"Hey! Rossi, what's going on?" I hissed, trying to reach over to shake him. "Rossi?!" I poked him. "Wha- What? Huh, who's dying-" Rossi shrieked, stumbling off his chair and reaching for his holstered gun. "What? Nobody's dying, at least I don't think so- Wait, where's Hotch and Morgan?" I urgently asked as the previous days memories flooded my foggy brain. Or, I think the previous day, for all I know I could have been out for a week. Better be on paid leave or something. "Oh, uh, yeah they're fine, both in the rooms next to you. Just a few burns, head injuries, oh, and Morgan has a broken leg. But, it was a clean break, so he'll be fine" Rossi muttered, letting out an embarrassed cough, and going back to his chair. 

"Oh, that's alright- Wait, Morgan broke his leg? Is he okay? Oh my god-" I shrugged off my covers, attempting to get up in search of Morgan. "Hey, kid, sit down. He's fine, honestly. Although, I don't know how he'll take to crutches..." Rossi chuckled, gently pushing me back into my bed. "Just sit tight, kiddo. How're you feeling?" He asked, ruffling my hair. "I don't know, I feel like I've had a night out with a credit card and then rolled down a hill and almost drowned or something." I grumbled, crossing my arms. "What happened? I mean, I know there was a bomb, but I don't remember much else at the moment." I asked, glancing at the thin tube poking out my hand. 

"Well, so, you know the guy with the bomb? I basically blew himself up, why? We don't know. Morgan was lucky enough to notice what was about to happen. If he hadn't...Anyway, after the bomb went off we secured the scene and after sending you 3 off in a few ambulances, we searched the remains, looking for some type of clue as to why he did this. We couldn't find a motive, so we assumed he probably just wanted to take down as many people as he could." Rossi spoke, eyeing me. "It's due to both you and Morgan's quick thinking that meant the only loss of life was the Unsub himself. Not a bad outcome, all things considered."

I nodded, staring at the edge of my bed. "So... When do I get out?" I said, squinting at Rossi as he nervously chuckled. "About that kid... You gotta stay here for the next week, you have a broken wrist you know, plus a few scrapes and scratches." He spoke, watching my face change. "A week?! I have to sit here for a whole week? A broken wrist isn't going to stop me from walking, you know. I've had to walk on much worse-" I said incredulously, waving my undamaged hand about. "Kiddo, consider yourself lucky. If it wasn't for Hotch, you would probably end up worse that poor Morgan" Rossi said sympathetically, smiling slightly. 

"Well that's all very well, but- What did you say about Hotch?" I question, my mind spinning as I thought (spinning very slowly, albeit). "Hotch shielded you from the shrapnel from the bomb, and he pushed you further away, saving you from the worst of it. He ended up with a bit of metal lodged in his shoulder. He's fine, though, they both are." Rossi responded, watching me with a slightly puzzled expression. "Oh... You sure he's okay?" I muttered, looking at Rossi. He nodded. "Just focuse on getting yourself better, then you can see them, okay?" He patted my head, standing up before announcing he was going to find some food for us.

Bloody hell. I think the whole bomb thing has scrambled my brain, I can't think properly. Oh! Maybe I'll end up like one of the random people who, after hitting their head, are suddenly super smart, like Reid or something. Maybe his mother dropped him on his head as a baby?


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Authors Note:

Hello lovely readers! I apologise for not updating this in over a week, as usual, I've had a lot going on, I have been rehearsing for a play, whilst also working on art projects, plus working lol. So, sorry! Also, this book is at over 200 reads, ahhh! The goal is 10k, but I definitely gotta work on writing for that to happen. Anyways, have a great day or night ya'll!

Word Count: 1138

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