"tu es mon passé, présent et futur, mon amour."
-aaron hotchner reinstate's one of the best agents the b.a.u had ever seen.
aaron hotchner. indestructible, emotionless, distant.
cascade moreau. flirty, reckless, impenetrable.
how can two individual...
"The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life." -Richard Bach.
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In so, she squeezed the hand that held hers as tightly as she could.
"DOCTOR!! Doctor, she squeezed my hand," Alison's voice beamed with ultimate joy. Her footsteps rushed as she ran toward the door, the chair she was sitting on scraping on the floor as Ali pushed it with all of her strength. Another creak welcomed the room, the door gliding open and connecting with the other side of the doorframe.
Touch. A sensation of touch welcomed Cascade's face, arms, legs, toes, her whole body. Everyday hands of many various doctors examined her, each taking their time to discover the best way to proceed. The correct measurements of dosage she needed, and exactly what medicine they were. Today, the hands were warm and hopeful. She could sense the underlying happiness within the doctors who had cared for her, for over a year now. Doctors who had already given up on her case, and ready to let go. Doctors who explained to her team, her family, the only way to let her go in comfort. The sooner, the better, is what they would say.
As Cascade's mind began to function properly, she began gagging. Unsure of why, or how this reflex was happening. She began panicking, wouldn't you when you couldn't breathe? Many worst-case scenarios welcomed Cascade's mind, the thought of actually dying being a close possibility was terrifying. She felt as though the weight of water was keeping her down, suffocating her, obstructing whatever air there was from flowing into her lungs, and she hated it. All of it.
After seconds of horrible reflexes, tears streaming down her face, her normal breathing returned. Instantly calming down young Cascade. Her nerves settled, leaving her mind blank. Devoid of thoughts. Devoid of feelings. Devoid of worry. Devoid of worst-case scenarios. Instead, her mind was overflowing with thoughts of a calm, quiet future, one she was surrounded by her team, laughing, and thanking the heavens for her second chance.
Her eyes fluttered open, and closing merely as fast. Her eyes had been sealed shut for over a year, and now opening them, the light was overwhelming. A sign she was alive, a sign she had fought so bravely and won. For the first time in a while, she felt like she could breathe.
As her eyes were now wide open, slanting a little, but wide open, she scanned the room. To no surprise, doctors were surrounding her with wide smiles plastered over their faces. In utter delight that the young woman had chosen to awake. She searched for her team, her family, and yet, saw none of them. Instead, she found Ali. The only person who was able to wake her. Cascade had thought of how the reunion would go, what words she would say. She had the whole situation planned out perfectly, and somehow, all she could say was...
"Who are you?" Her groggy voice echoed throughout the hospital room, smiles were being withdrawn from the staff's faces, and Ali's was undoubtedly close to tears. In less than a second, Cascade felt a great amount of guilt, she hadn't meant for this, she wanted the situation to be lighthearted, and she made it words. Only Cascade could make such a shitty situation worse.
"I'm joking, I'm joking. It didn't pan out as funny as it was in my head. I'll remember not to do that next time."
Ali scoffed, "You absolute bitch. How could you? I was about to cry, Cascade, CRY, I. DON'T. CRY." Alison screamed at the woman who seemed in complete amusement, Alison's hand hitting the bed mattress with every word she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cascade spoke between laughs, as she moved her hand to hold Ali's. "I moved my hand," Cascade spoke in a light whisper, her other hand flew to her mouth. "I moved my hand. I-I-I've been trying to do that for such a long time." The hand slowly made its way back to her side, as a wholehearted smile crept onto her lips.
The team of doctors mirrored her smile, clapping their hands as they did so. Some would say this was a miracle, well a miracle to them it was. They hadn't seen someone with such low brain function move a hand shortly after waking up from a coma which lasted longer than a year.
"Wait, how long was I out?" Cascade asked.
"Over a year," Ali responded.
"A YEAR? What the actual fuck?" Cascade couldn't believe how long it had been. "What if I don't remember how to walk?" She asked, terrified by the possibility.
"We can have a look right now if you'd feel comfortable with it. It has been over a year, your wounds have healed nicely, you shouldn't be in too much pain, maybe some discomfort but, if there is any pain, please tell us." Jamie spoke from behind the crowd.
"Yes, lift me, superman. I wanna walk." Jamie walked over to the woman and laid his hands out before him. Cascade eagerly grabbed them with all of her might, before twisting her hips to position her legs over the side of the bed. "Before I do this, Ali?" Alison tilted her head as if saying 'carry on'. "Don't tell the team, any of them. I want it to be a surprise." She nodded.
Cascade pushed her weight down onto her feet, before shakily making her way to stand up. There was some difficulty, but in the end, she managed to walk from one side of her room to the other, and needless to say, her room was quite large.
As she sat back down, she realised she had been in this horrible hospital gown for far too long. "Ali, do I have a go back?" She nodded, "And would you be able to help me shower?" She nodded once again.
Time passed, and Cascade threw on some of her comfy clothes. A white, Calvin Klein bra which hugged all of her cleavage in all the right places, a rather short, cropped white shirt, which could potentially be see-through. The bottom of her bra is visually able to be seen, with fluffy, check black and white pants. Her new scar was able to be seen on her side, she felt anger and a sense of bravery when she first saw it. She was proud she managed to live through it. Proud of herself was one thing she never was.
"Anyone special you're expecting?" Ali spoke while eyeing down the woman who stood before her.
"Only you babe," Cascade winked at the woman before grabbing her laptop and heading to sit back down on her bed. How in the hell was she meant to be alive after such a long time being practically dead.
