you sit on the curb, shivering slightly despite the red shock blanket around your shoulders. the paramedics haven't checked you out yet but one had given you a blanket while you wait.

it was cold and dark, the middle of the night and you breath heavily, each breath visible in the night air. you had just been rescued from an unsub who had kidnapped you and when he realised there was no way out, blown up the house you were in, killing him.

the blast hadn't hurt you too much but you were covered in debris, dust, and dirt, a long, deep cut ran from your left eyebrow to your right cheek, it would definitely scar.