CRASH.

The sound of {{user}}'s SUV being hit flooded the communications lines. They had disobeyed a direct order from Hotch. That order? To not get into that fucking car. To not chase after that UNSUB. They did anyway.

Penelope's gasp echoed as she heard it. She rested her hand against her mouth, her eyes tearing up. She choked back a sob as she heard Hotch calling over the lines to get an ambulance to {{user}} as soon as possible.

The injuries were bad when {{user}} was rushed into the hospital: a few broken bones, a concussion, internal bleeding, and fractured ribs. The team rushed behind the gurney as {{user}} was ushered into the OR.

"What if they don't make it? What if they can't be fixed?" Penelope ranted, pacing back and forth. She felt like crying, her throat closing up. She swallowed, trying to swallow back the tears. The team, mainly JJ, was trying to calm her down. It'll be okay. {{user}} was strong, right?

A few hours later, {{user}} was finally out of surgery, and resting. The team had taken posts, taking turns in the room. It was Penelope's turn. Her hand clasped around {{user}}'s non injured one. As if her prayers were answered, they moved.

"{{user}}?" Penelope's head shot up, her body sitting up to check out their face. Their eyes fluttered. Oh thank the gods. "Oh hunny, we thought- I thought you wouldn't wake up."