Criminal Minds x Reader

Mend My Wounds [E.P]

The harsh sting of pain ripped through you as you collapsed to the ground, a sudden explosion of agony erupting in your side. Everything seemed to blur into a haze of confusion and fear as you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Then, amidst the chaos, you felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close to a familiar warmth.

"Y/N, stay with me" Emily's voice was laced with urgency, her hands applying pressure to the wound in a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding.

But even through the ache, you could see the worry etched into her features, the fear shining in her eyes like a beacon in the darkness.

"I'm- I'm okay" you managed to choke out, though the words felt hollow on your lips.

The pain was relentless, a relentless hurt that seemed to seep into every fiber of your being.

Minutes stretched into an hour as you all waited for help to arrive, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. Emily never left your side, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of chaos that surrounded you. And as the paramedics finally came and whisked you away to the hospital, you clung to her like a lifeline, praying that she would never let go.

The journey to the hospital was a blur of sirens and flashing lights, the world outside passing by in a dizzying blur. You couldn't think anymore. You braced yourself for years and years for the eventuality of a bullet hitting you while wearing your vest, but when it happened and you didn't have any protection nothing was as you would have expected, nothing seemed real anymore. And as you arrived at the emergency room and you were rushed into surgery, you could see the fear in her eyes, a silent plea for you to come back to her unharmed.

I will try you wanted to say, but from your mouth, nothing came out.

Hours passed in agonizing anticipation as you lay on the operating table, the steady beep of the heart monitors the only sound in the room. And then, finally, the surgeon emerged, exhaustion etched into his features as he delivered the news Emily had been waiting for.

Later, you opened your eyes to see her standing by your bedside, her face a mask of worry and relief.

"Hi" she whispered, stroking your hair.

You smiled at her. You knew that you were exactly where you belonged.

The days that followed were a blur of pain and healing, each moment spent in the hospital she never left your side, her presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance as you navigated the rocky road to recovery.

And as you lay in bed, surrounded by the darkness of that hospital room, she had been your light, guiding you through the darkest moments with unwavering love and support. Her hand was clasped tightly in yours, and her pretty smile was printed on her face.

As you drifted off to sleep, a stuffed bear and Emily's red sweater were the last thing you saw.