We're Gonna Be Okay (Emily Prentiss)

Chapter Eleven

"I can. I really can." JJ said in a more serious tone, one that showed her sincerity. Emily sniffles a little JJ asks carefully

"Are you feeling better honey?"

"A little, I'll text you with any changes.."

"Okay, sounds good."

"JJ I can't wait to see you again."

"Em- I'll be the first one you see, don't worry." Emily hung up the phone and squeezed Clara's hand,

" Thank you, Clar." A silent nod from Clara gave a reciprocated understanding. The two women sat hand in hand, eyes closed in the waiting room for a few hours before the same doctor who had seen Emily the last time came up and greeted them. Emily stood up and shook his hand, he began to speak,

"Emily, I am sorry to see you again under such circumstances."

"Me too. How is Alyvia? Is she okay?" Emily tried to not fret but the worry was evident in her voice. "She is alive." Both women audibly sighed in relief, "She overdosed on both Xanax and Oxydonione. When Opioids and Benzodiazepines mix it can be deadly. If you had not arrived when you did and got her to reject as much as she could there is a high likelihood she would have not made it. We gave her Naloxone and Flumazenil to reverse as much of the damage as we could. She coded at one point and we had to administer CPR. She also struggled with reviving the proper amount of air into her lungs, so we had to tracheal intubate her and pump her stomach just to be sure. We were able to remove it now and she is managing to breathe okay but her throat may be a bit sore. Due to the anaesthesia, she might be nauseous or dizzy. As I mentioned the last time we met her body is rather weak for a girl of her age, so the healing process might take longer. Her wounds were another cause of concern for us. She had lost a lot of blood on top of the trauma she had received from her admission earlier this month. We gave her a blood transfusion. But she is alive."

"Thank you." Emily shook the doctor's hand, and he led them back to her room, through the window Emily could see a sleeping Alyvia, her body looked weaker than the last time she was in a hospital bed. The teen's hair was pulled back by a rubber band, and the two women watched Alyvia's chest rise and fall. Emily stood there momentarily, her arms crossed breathing deeply, her clothes again speckled with the teen's blood. Clara placed a gentle hand on her friend's back,

"Em I know you probably don't want to hear this, and if I thought there was another way then I would not bring this up"

"You think I should call my Mother?" Emily said with no anger but more so defeat,

"Emily," Clara turned the brunette to look her in the eyes, "You know I would not suggest this if there was another way. Your Mother has connections in the Embassy around the world, she could help pull some strings. Alyvia needs out of that school, I don't think she can take much more, and from what you told me I gather the Embassy doesn't have anywhere else she can go right now."

Emily nodded, Clara knew how much she hated asking her Mother for things, resigning slowly taking out her phone before she dialled her Mother's most recent number she sheepishly asked "What if she won't help?"

"Then at least you know." Clara squeezed her arm. Emily walked further down the hallway to gather herself, while simultaneously gaining some more privacy. She put her mother's number in and pressed the call button half expecting her not to pick up, to her surprise her Mother's voice crackled through the phone

"Emily? I did not expect a call from you."

"Hello Mother, How is Spain?"

"It's decent- I am busy working with a lot of people."