Never Together Nor Apart

[Chapter 100]

Emily's POV:

I groan. The fluorescent lights shine in my eyes. I hear a beeping monitor. I open my eyes. My earlier thoughts of being in a hospital fade. This, this was no hospital. I grit my teeth has my vision goes a bit blurry. When it returns to normal, I look around to see all sorts of bottles and medications on a cart in the corner. I look up a bit, then realizing a man wearing a medical mask had entered.

"Where am I?" I slur my words.

"You were in a car crash, a bad one," he responds.

He raises his hands to reveal his gloves. The latex material is covered with deep red blood. My breath hitches in response.

"Oh my god. What happened?" I come to realize my body is numb.

"Your SUV sustained the brunt of the impact. Specifically, you sustained it. Do you remember?" He asks pulling down the mask.

"No. I—" I pause as images of the SUVs com into my brain.

I hear the crunching of metal as well as screeching tires.

"Wait. Yeah. My team," I begin to breath heavily.

"Take—take it easy, Agent Prentiss. We've got you stabilized but you got to stay put," He explains calmly.

"Where am I? This isn't a hospital," My earlier thoughts come to mind, "I've been in enough hospitals. I know how they sound. How they smell. So where the hell am I?" I demand.

"You're being taken care of. We both are," he replies.

"Wait. What— what does that mean? I don't understand you!" I shout as he walks behind a curtain.

I try to move my body, but I feel nothing. My head pounds and I feel exhausted.

"Yeah. She's conscious," I hear someone whisper.

I see the curtain move, a dark figure approaches. I can't make out a face until he speaks.

"Well, hello, Emily," Scratch's face appears.

Fuck, holy fuck! I mentally scream at myself.

"You fucking son of a bitch," I suck in a huge breath as I try to keep tears of anger from spilling out.

"It's nice to see you too. Finally," He smiles.

"Did you grab all of us, huh? Are we all here?! Morgan! Reid!" I scream, immediately pain fills my chest and I stop.

"No, it's just you. Your team is fine, by the way. Excuse me. I take that back. The truck I drove into your team did kill SSA Stephen Walker. Whiplash, tragic, he leaves behind a wife and two children, I believe," He explains.

I gasp for breath. Unable to contain my emotions, the tears spill from my eyes.

"No..." I say shakily.

"That's good. Get it all out," He antagonizes.

I make sure to stop my crying, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

"I will make sure you fry for this," I spit out.

"Will you? Well, maybe you should take a look at yourself first..." he begins to pull back the sheet.

He slowly reveals my legs. Each are poked with dozen's of needle to keep the bones in place. I try to move them, but find myself unable. I begin to breath even deeper and heavier. My breaths are shaky and uneven.

"Because from where I'm standing. You won't be doing much of anything for the rest of your life," he gives me an even larger smile.

*time skip*