I See you, Y/N. (Emily Prentiss X Reader)

-18- the Damage

TW: Worry
Talking about Trauma
Anxiety
ED

*A hint of Smut
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A few days later

Emily's POV

I wake up and immediately feel an aching pain in every muscle of my body.

These hospital chairs are so uncomfortable.

But leaving Y/N alone in this Situation is simply not an option and since she was already asleep when I came back into the room after my phone call with JJ, I didn't want to wake her up by lying down next to her.

I sit up slowly and look at Y/N, who is lying in her hospital bed.

She looks so peaceful.

A smile crosses my face as I watch her.
If it weren't for the hospital gown, the bandages on her arms, and the bruises that cover her body, you'd think she was just sleeping peacefully in her bed.

In fact, this sight is a rarity.
Since the bandage change incident,
Y/N has had a lot of trouble falling asleep.
She usually dozes off for a moment and immediately wakes up, eyes wide open and breathing hectically.
I then hold her and hum her favorite song until she calms down again.

The Team didn't show up for dinner that day as planned; a case came up.
Everyone had an unspoken agreement, that I couldn't leave Y/N alone, and I was so grateful for that.
The team flew without me and kept me updated. JJ called me everyday.
Even though she mainly kept me informed about the case, things became more and more familiar between the two of us. Almost like before I became Chief.

I didn't tell Y/N the Truth, it would upset her to know that I couldn't do my job because of her health.
I explained to her that I gave JJ the Chief position temporarily so she could prove herself.
I told her, that's how every Chief does ist once in a while.

She was content with that, even though she said several times that she could get along without me and that I could just leave her.
But I noticed the relieved expression on her face when I told her, I would stay.
She was happy that I was there.

And honestly, I really don't want to do anything other than talking Care of her.
I'm glad she accepts and maybe even enjoys my presence.

Every time I try to care for her, I can see in her eyes that she is uncomfortable with the attention.
She tries to hide her body from me as much as possible and stiffens when I touch her unexpectedly.

I notice that she is trying to hide from me how much the incident affected her.

She's reluctant to accept me spending nights in the hospital, but that's not up for discussion, I promised her I'd be her anchor, so here I am.

And I notice how much she enjoys falling asleep in my arms.
Still, I sense that she's worried that she's a burden on me.

I wish I could take that worry away from her.
I want nothing more than for her to talk to me. Tell me what's going on inside her head.

I'm so worried.

Even though we got her out of that basement, I have no idea how much damage this guy and her deviant mother left behind.