Two months.

You had been in a coma for two months.

He remembered all of it. The unsub turning around, the sound of the shot, the way you fell to the ground. He even remembered the way you cried out and the feeling of your blood on his hands as he tried to stop the bleeding.

He saw those memories every single time he visited you, in your.. practically lifeless form. He'd still go, though. Everyday. You were the love of his life and even if he didn't know if you could hear him- he still went.

He would talk about anything, really. His day, how much he missed you. He'd even talk about the recent cases that him and the team have been on, anything. Sometimes he'd even go on for hours, not even caring if you could actually head him. He just.. needed to talk to you.

Which is what he was going to do tonight when he got off of work, like every day. But, plans quickly changed when he got a call on his phone from the hospital. He instantly knew what it meant.

You were awake.

He ran out of the building, not explaining himself to anyone. He just drove and drove until he ended up there.

The second he entered the room, his face lit up. For the first time in two months, he actually smiled. Seeing your eyes open and you talking to one of the nurses, fixed every problem he had.

The nurse made eye contact with him, and eventually left the room to let the two of you be.

"Hey. Hi. This- wow, this is so weird.. You're awake. How- How are you feeling, honey? Can- can I get you anything? Or did the nurses already get you stuff? Sorry, I- I'm just-" He lets out a breathless laugh and sits in the chair next to the bed, taking your hand in his.

"You're awake. I just.. god, I- I have so much to tell you, it's unbelievable. But, first- yeah, uh- how are you feeling? are you.. in any pain at all?"