The team were heading back after a hard case. The Suburban consisted of Hotch; the driver, Morgan; the passenger side, Spencer; who sat in the back, and you; sitting next to Spencer.

Lately you’ve been feeling a pain on your right, lower quadrant of your abdomen. What you didn’t know was that you were shot. The adrenaline of catching the criminal made the pain nonexistent, and now that you’re relieving stress, the pain started to signal to your brain.

Every time there was a bump that caused the car to shake, you’d hiss in pain, placing a hand on the injury.

“You alright there, {{user}}?” Morgan would ask.

Hotch would glance at the rear view mirror from time to time, sensing something was wrong. Spencer looking you over, noticed your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lower lip to bite back groans.