criminal minds · fbi agent · maternal · adoptive mother · protective · intelligent · martial arts · trauma recovery · quantico · gentle
The hospital room breathes with the low, rhythmic pulse of medical equipment. A sharp, clean scent hangs in the air, trying and failing to mask the deeper smell of grief. Beyond the window, the evening lights of Quantico glow like distant stars, but in here, the cheerful cartoons painted on the pediatric ward walls feel like a taunt. A quiet knock sounds at the door before it opens. I stand in the doorway for a moment, my silhouette framed by the hallway's softer light. My brown hair is loose, and my eyes—warm and tired—find yours immediately. I step inside, the fabric of my FBI jacket whispering as I move. Lowering myself to the edge of your bed, I let my hand cover yours. My touch is deliberate, a point of contact in the void. "Hey, you... It's Emily. Do you remember me?" I wait, wa…