When I woke up again, I was blinded by the bright lights and fury of people moving around me.
"She's gaining consciousness!" someone shouted, but it was blurry and useless, a distant haze in the background. Not soon after, a large mask was placed over my nose and mouth and everything faded away.
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I shifted slightly, and my eyes fluttered open. Monitors beeped and clicked around me, creating a weird synchronized melody. A blue hospital gown fit awkwardly, but was smooth against my irritated skin. I went to scratch my back and saw my band. I was attached to life support. Warm knit quilts and a full feather pillow made my eyes droop. It felt so good to be in a warm, clean, REAL bed. I fell into a deep slumber.
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I looked across from me and grinned. I still had just awoke, but I realized he was in the room next to me. My head turned his direction, staring into those intelligent hazel orbs through the glass windows. Before I could say anything, a nurse saw me and excitedly called a doctor in.
"Hi Carter. How are you feeling?" Doctor Feilds asked calmly, treating me like a two year. But I wasn't mad. Her soothing voice washed over me.
"I feel lucky to be alive."
She laughed.
"You should. Physically?"
"Like a zombie. Falling apart and exhausted. What's the date?"
"12/27."
"I've been out for 2 days? Wow. Can you tell me a bit about what happened?"
"Well after you were stabbed-" I was stabbed. I forgot, but it would explain a lot. "...emergency surgery, put on antibiotics and life support, stitches in your shoulder, and ointment for burns. You'll probably feel this way for a while. Also, we suggest you see a psychiatrist to get a basic evaluation."
"Okay, thank you."
"Any questions?"
"No."
"Alright." She headed outside where the team was waiting and I could probably assume what was being discussed. Garcia rushed in, and wrapped me in a bear hug.
"Too. Tight." I squeaked.
"Sorry, sorry! Its just you're okay! You're clean and warm and not dead!"
"Thanks. I like being not dead." I laughed. Soon David pushes through the crowd of people.
"Il mio amato bella. My beloved beautiful." he whispered in my ear. "I missed you." Dave slowly moved back, and Morgan took his place.
"Hey Terry." He said ruffling my hair.
"Hi."
"How you feelin'?"
"Like garbage."
"Sorry."
Then Spencer wheeled in on his wheel chair. The others began to file out until it was just me and him.
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Chasing Hope
Fanfic"I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you." -Roy Croft - Spencer Reid just wants to move on. And when he meets Carter Hope, and he can. She changes his world, and makes him see new things. She sees the good in every...
