never grow up, criminal minds

065. funeral

Clara is lying in her hospital bed and Spencer is sitting next to her, resting back against the pillows. Clara is curled into his side and he has his arm wrapped around her. The doctors want to keep her for a third night just so they're certain she'll be okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer asks. He's spent the past day and a half holding Clara while she cries or trying to distract her with TV and reading.

"No." Clara mumbles.

Spencer lets out a quiet sigh, hoping she won't say that forever.

"Baby--"

"I don't want to talk about it." Clara says. She pulls away from him and turns to her other side, her back facing him. Spencer frowns at her, wishing he could fix everything for her.

"Are you okay if I go get us some food?" Spencer asks.

"Sure." Clara mumbles.

Spencer gets up and walks to the door. He opens it, stepping back when he finds Emily with her fist raised, the woman prepared to knock.

"Hi." Emily says.

"Hey." Spencer says. The two look over at Clara, the girl sitting up a little.

"Hi, sweetie." Emily greets, giving the girl a comforting smile.

"Hi." Clara practically whispers.

"I, uh, I was just about to go get us some food from the cafeteria. Do you want anything?" Spencer asks.

"Oh, no, I'm good. But, uh, I just came from the BAU and Garcia was mentioning bringing you guys food so I'd check with her. Whatever she brings is surely better than this place, anyway." Emily says.

"Right. Yeah." Spencer says. "So, uh, I-I'll be... around. You have your phone, call me." He tells Clara who nods a little.

Spencer leaves and Emily steps in, letting the door shut behind her.

"How you feeling?" Emily can't help but to ask the stupid question.

"In what way?" Clara asks.

"Physically." Emily decides.

"I'm fine." Clara mumbles.

"Can I sit?" Emily motions to the edge of the bed. Clara nods a little, wincing at the pain it causes due to her concussion. Emily puts her bag on the table before sitting on the bed, being mindful of Clara's legs and trying to not completely invade her space.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever." Emily says with a weak chuckle.

"Yeah, that was kind of my intention." Clara remarks. "Up until this past month, I barely wanted to see my dad, let alone any of his teammates. No offense."

"None taken." Emily says. "You've been going through a lot." Clara scoffs. "Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?" Clara asks. "How I've fucked over every relationship I have, how everybody now knows I'm an addict, how I just lost my final best friend? Take your pick."

"Do you want to talk about any of it? Because if not, I'll change the subject." Emily tells her. Clara huffs, glaring up at the ceiling. After a few moments, she glances to Emily before diverting her gaze to the blanket.

"The doctor told me I was taking dilaudid." Clara quietly says. "That's what dad got addicted to."

"Yeah, it is." Emily nods. "But... wait, you didn't know?"

"They used a different name. So... no, not really. I was stupid, I know." Clara mutters. "Just another father/daughter resemblance, hmm? Brown hair, brown eyes, nerds, dilaudid. How lovely."