Hunted

Is This Death

He could still remember her face staring down at him, her blue eyes dripping with tears and her face when he pleaded her to tell him, so he could go knowing how she really felt but he felt so happy when she refused telling him they had all the time in the world, and then when she said those three words his heart shattered, she had finally accepted his fate, his cheek was still warm from where she had touched him gently with her thumb.

His heart hadn't broke from what she said, he had wanted to hear those words since the day he met her, what made his heart break was that she knew he was going to die, and she was going to blame himself for his death, his Uncle had been right he ruined people who he truly cared about.

He didn't know if he was dead or alive, he just knew that he couldn't see, perhaps it was because his eyes were shut or maybe it was because he was in hell, and he was left alone with his mind which is the worst possible thing for someone who thinks so much.

He could still remember falling, his bones crunching as bricks and cement crushed him to the ground, he can still remember how he couldn't feel one of his legs, oh how he wished he hadn't coughed when he heard her voice, then she wouldn't have had the pained look in her eyes, it would have kept him from perhaps saying something that wasn't true.

He loved her so much, he could hear her right now telling him to hang on, but it was all just a part of his imagination, and it was his brain that really would the death of him.

He couldn't help but wish death was nothing you lost everything you didn't exist anymore but he was stuck in this black room, where he was left alone with his own thoughts, he knew he deserved every thing he got, if he hadn't been born she wouldn't have pain in her eyes, her ocean blue eyes would still have that spark of happiness that always made his insides warm.

As he looked into the world of blackness, something came over him an urge to sleep and he accepted the task, he would do anything to stop thinking, stop clouding his head with pictures of her.

Her blonde hair that glistened in the sun, her ocean blue eyes that anyone could get lost in and her smile that would make anyone feel better.

Maybe this really was the end of him

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Jennifer Jareau sat in the waiting room of the large hospital, where she and her team had been airlifted to. Her left arm was held up in a strap while her cuts had been bandaged but other than that she was fine, well physically. Emotionally she couldn't see straight all she could see was his face, the only words that filled her head were "I should have saved him" and they kept repeating over and over, almost like they were taunting her.

She remembered how Morgan had dragged away from his limp body, and dragged her to the helicopter, she could still feel the wind that was strong it almost knocked her off her feet.

She can remember the team sitting in the waiting room, all banged up and scarred both emotionally and physical but the thing she remembers most of all is the medics from the scene she was at only hours earlier, dragging his body to emergency surgery.

Even though he was covered with a white sheet, blood had seeped through and there was almost more red than white, and it made her stomach churn, but her heart beat faster at the thought that there could be hope that he was still there, and they would still have there chance to make it in life.

She looked over at Prentiss, who looked down at the floor, her wrist was in a cast and a scratch ran from her cheek across her face, while Morgan had a crutch by his side, his face was bruised but not from the explosion but from JJ's frantic attempts to escape his grasp.

Hotch had a blood nose, and his neck had been stitched back up, other then the minor injuries they were all fine, everyone was perfectly fine except for the person JJ needed most right now.

to Blacklovewhite I hope I didn't make you cry 😊