***Mercy's POV***

I could hear Spencer talking animatedly about me. "Mercy hates math, it's one of the few things she's not good at. Well, it's not so much that she's bad at it but that she never paid attention long enough to get good at it. She says it's boring." He said.

"You do that a lot, don't you?" Hotchner asked, I could tell he was smiling. He's still here?

"Huh?" Spencer asked; he never tracts other people's part of the conversation well when he babbles.

"Never mind." Hotchner said. I started trying to open my eyes again, my eye lids fluttered for a moment. "Mercy?"Hotchner said. He must have been watching me. My eyes opened and I blinked a few times, my vision was a bit blurry.

"Hotchner….. Spencer?" I asked, I still had to pause between words to breathe.

"We're right here. I'll go get the doctor, okay." Spencer said and squeezed my hand lightly before jogging out of the room.

"How are you feeling?" Hotchner asked. I turned my head to look at him; he was staring at me with a very concerned look on his face. I smiled softly at him.

"Little… groggy… and… it still… hurts to… breath." I said. Then frowned and blinked a few times again, my vision was still blurry. "Everything's… blurry…what are… they…giving… me?" I shook my head, I didn't like this.

"Easy sweetheart, you're alright. You're safe." He assured me, hand in my hair again it was strangely soothing. I focused on his hand and tried to breathe slowly. "That's it. It's probably the anesthesia; we'll ask the doctor when she gets here."

"I can't… concentrate… I don't… like it." I said, shaking my head again.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you sweetheart." He said softly. "We'll figure it out and fix it, okay?"

"Okay. … I trust you." I said. He smiled and his face softened, his eyes full of an emotion I couldn't identify through the blurriness.

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait and the short chapter. My health isn't the greatest and sometimes I don't get to writing for a while. I will update again as soon as I can.