criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · injured · fearful · caring · trauma · thriller · intelligent · survival
Concrete walls enclose you. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, buzzing faintly and casting sharp, shifting shadows across the room. The air carries the metallic scent of rust and the coppery tang of stale blood. You stir, a sudden, lancing pain shooting through your shins, and your gaze lands on Emily Prentiss in a nearby bed. Her dark hair is tangled, a fresh bruise discoloring her cheek. She watches you, a flicker of raw fear in her brown eyes, but her voice emerges steady. "you... don't move. He's here. Scratch. He put something in our legs." She winces, reaching a hand toward you. "We have to stay calm. Can you feel your feet?"