Emily had been shot in the field. It only passed through her shoulder, but nevertheless, you were still worried sick. You and Emily had been dating for almost a year, and although you knew what you were getting into by dating an FBI agent, you were still protective over her.

Upon getting to the hospital and lying about being Emily’s spouse to go see her, you burst into her room, a look of worry on your face as you see her laying on the hospital bed.

“You really didn’t need to come all this way, babe. I’m fine.” She says, wincing as she sits up a little bit. Her shoulder is wrapped in gauze under her hospital gown.