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Awakening - Part 2

Title: Awakening – Part 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Prompt for 30_forbidden fruits: #21 Wait
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to CBS. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time.
Summary: Part 22/? of the ‘Love and prejudice’-series.
warnings: none

AN: Once again I’m sorry for not updating sooner. Due to many circumstances, I just didn’t find the time or the energy to write anything lately.
I don’t want to rant about everything that happened in my life in the meantime. Just so much that my father is suffering from a pretty severe form of cancer and it doesn’t look too good. He needed surgery and now, they can’t start the much needed chemo-therapy. If they did, his wounds wouldn’t heal. We don’t know what it means, because no one really knows whether he has the time to wait until the wounds are healed before starting chemo-therapy.
Besides, I was more or less kicked out of my recent job. I have a new one, but still the way they told me was anything but nice – and it’s really not what you need when one of your loved ones is in hospital and you don’t really know whether he’ll come back.
Okay, now I did rant about it… Sorry. But that’s the reason I didn’t post anything lately – and the reason it might be a while before I can manage to post something again. Hope you understand.
Hugs,
Caro


She reached for the button to call the doctors, when Derek croaked her nickname again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re at the hospital. I’m gonna call the doctors.”

She reached for the button again but this time was interrupted by his hand hitting her arm as it aimlessly moved around.

Grabbing his hand, Penelope leaned down to him. “Derek?” she carefully asked. “Derek, can you hear me?”

His head moved slightly in an almost unnoticeable nod.

Desperately trying to fight back the tears that wanted to stream down her face, she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Oh, thank God, Derek, I was so scared.”

For a moment, she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of being so close to him. Then she remembered that she needed to inform someone. “I’ll call the doctors and your mom,” she told him.

“Mom?” she heard him whisper rather than say.

“Yeah,” she told him, leaning closer again. “Hotch called her after you were shot and it looked bad. Please don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Will…try…”

The words made Penelope chuckle, and for a moment, she buried her face in the crook of his neck again. She didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to lose contact with him, but she knew she had to call the doctors.

“How…bad?” she heard his voice interrupting her thoughts.

“Very,” was all she could say, the tears threatening to fall again. She took a few deep breathes to calm herself so that she didn’t completely fall apart.

“You almost died, Derek,” she finally continued. “The doctors told us that your heart stopped beating several times while you were in surgery. It took them forever to stabilize you.”

Then she told him about the induced coma and how she assumed it had caused his heart to stop beating a second time. “…and they stopped giving you the medication,” she finished.

He didn’t say anything in return, and Penelope feared he had fallen asleep again.

“I swear, these were the most horrible weeks of my life,” she added in a whisper, her eyes fixed on his face, waiting for any sign that he was still awake.

“How… long?” she heard him ask.

Sighing with relief, she finished the question for him. “How long have you been here?” She waited for him to nod his head, before replying, “To be honest, I’m not sure. But it must have been about two weeks, maybe three.”

Once again, there was no reaction from his side, and Penelope was sure he had fallen asleep. But then, suddenly, she felt his hand reaching for her cheek, this time, not missing its target.

Carefully, she covered his hand with hers, turning her head so that she could place a soft kiss into his palm.

Warmth radiated from his hand, spreading across her cheek and through her whole body, assuring her that he was alive.

“What on Earth were you thinking when you headed for the UNSUB’s hiding place on your own?” she mumbled more to herself than to him. “Did you really think you were bulletproof?”

“He…proved me wrong,” he croaked.

Penelope grimaced. “That’s so not funny,” Penelope told him, and a single tear ran down her cheek. “I really thought I was going to lose you this time.”

“Sorry,” was all he managed to reply.

“Just don’t do this again,” she said voicelessly.

She could feel him leaving her again, falling asleep – hopefully. Was it possible now that he had woken up that he could slide back into a coma?

This time, she forced herself to press the button. As much as she would have loved to enjoy being alone with Derek right now, telling him everything that had changed during the time he’d been in a coma, she knew they needed to examine him to make sure he was going to be okay.

But he seemed to be fighting it, slowly waking up again. “Penelope,” he whispered.

She quickly reached down to cover his mouth with her finger. “Shh, don’t speak too much,” she begged him. “You need to spare your energy.”

“Penelope, I…need to…tell you…some…something.”

It was hard for her to understand what he was trying to say, and she knew it might be too exhausting for him to speak that much at the moment.

“Not now,” she tried to sooth him. “You can tell me when you’re better. You need to rest now. Go back to sleep.”

“No, I…I need to…” he insisted.

She cut him off by pressing her lips against his, only for a short moment in a chaste kiss, but long enough to make clear she wanted more in the not-too-distant future.

Even after such a long time at the hospital, his lips felt soft and hot against hers, and it was almost impossible for Penelope to pull away. God, how she wanted to let this develop into a real kiss, but she didn’t dare. Derek was barely awake.

“I know,” she assured him. “You don’t need to say anything.”

And then he opened his eyes and looked directly at her.

She smiled down at him, letting her hand gently stroke over his head. God, how she had missed seeing those beautiful dark eyes.

But there was no time for any further conversation. The doctors came rushing through the door, followed by Fran, and started to examine him.

“How long has he been awake?” one of the doctors asked her.

“I…I’m not sure. About five minutes, I guess?” She really had to guess. Taking the time hadn’t exactly been top on her list when she noticed Derek was waking up.

“Has he said anything?” Dr. Miller asked.

“Yeah, he…he asked how long he had been here and…and how bad it had been,” she recalled. She absolutely didn’t want to tell the doctors too much.

“Did he have a lot of problems forming the words?” he pressed her, still examining Derek and not even turning in her direction.

“N…No,” Penelope answered reluctantly. “I mean, his voice was…sore, but…I could understand him pretty well.”

“Did he fall asleep in between?”

“Once almost,” she recalled. “But he was fighting it and stayed awake. And he…moved his arms twice.”

Dr. Miller just nodded. “Agent Morgan?” he asked. “Can you hear me?”

“Baby…Girl,” was all he croaked.

“I’m here, Derek,” Penelope automatically replied.

Dr. Miller waited a second but didn’t get any response. “He’s asleep again,” he announced, and finally turned toward Penelope and Fran. “The fact that he woke up is a good sign.”

Penelope frowned at him. “But?”

Taking a deep breath, the older man replied, “He’s still not out of the woods, at least not entirely. He should wake up again within the next twelve, or better yet eight hours. And he should be able to stay awake for more than just a few minutes.”

The furrows on Penelope’s forehead became deeper. Was it really not over yet? Did she still have to fear he wouldn’t make it?

No, there was no way he wasn’t going to survive. Not now. Not when there was so much she still needed to tell him.

“Like I said,” Dr. Miller said, giving her an encouraging smile, “the fact that he woke up so soon after we stopped the medication is a good sign – especially if he could speak and move, at least to some extent.”

She nodded, still not sure whether she should be relieved or burst into a new flood of tears.

She looked at Derek, who was now lying motionlessly on his bed. Then she turned to look at Fran.

“I told you he was going to make it,” the older woman said confidently.

Penelope nodded, trying her best to smile at Derek’s mother. He had to make it, because she had yet to claim a real kiss from him.

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reseda_3067
Apr. 12th, 2012 10:30 am (UTC)
Aww, Derek... Of course he's going to make it! He HAS to. How can Penelope ever survive without him? That will not do!

PS. I can't tell you how sorry I am to hear about your dad. And believe me; I know what you're going through. Both with my dad and now my mom. Just try to hang in there and be there for your dad as much as you can. I'll keep your dad in my prayers, if that's okay?

Take care and hope that your new job works out as well.

*Hugs*. Maria.
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