St. Bart's Hospital for Trauma and Injuries

22 1 1
                                    


                       When I wake up, I hear muffled voices, and beeping. "She's awake," I hear someone say. Suddenly, a bustle of feet come my way. A black woman stands above me. 

                       "Where am I?" 

                       "This is St. Barts Hospital, honey." 

                       "My hole body hurts."

                        "I know, sweetie. We have you on some painkillers. Haven't kicked in yet. Your friend Spencer woke up about an hour ago. I can get your team over here," she says. "She's up," the woman shouts across the room. I look over and see Spencer, on his cot. Then it hits me. We're both up. I thought we were going to die! What will happen now that we kissed? I don't have much time to think on the matter, though. 

                         "Hey! How are you feeling?" It was JJ. Her sweet tone was just what I needed to hear. 

                         "Not well. Talk to me, my mouth hurts."

                          "Well, after we heard a bomb went off, of course everyone went over thinking the UnSub could be there. When we found your bodies, we called the paramedics. Hotch actually tried to revive you, but it failed. Both of you actually had a faint pulse, when the ambulances arrived. It's been about a week, that you've been in a coma. The guy wasn't hard to trace, as you were underground on his uncle's property. Garcia found out that he died, and his last living relative was some guy named Johnny Hallmark. He had prison records, and we traced his cell. He was charged with death."


TO BE CONTINUED

The Unfinal BlowWhere stories live. Discover now