So this story is inspired by my real life experiences, of course Abigail is smarter than I was, so I wasn't suspicious at first like I am making her. And I only had a little brother, but I wanted to make Elle and Reid have three kids not two.
This is going to be a somewhat short story, because it is kind of depressing to relive my past and interoperate what I remember from when I was six and turn it into a story.
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Spencer Reid woke up early one summer morning from the sound of his three children playing loudly in the other room. He groaned when he remembered what today was. Today his three-year-old son Nathan had a doctor's appointment because of an abnormal lump on the left side of his abdomen. It was huge, and very alarming.
"Daddy?" A small voice asked.
"Hey Abigail." He said, smiling at his oldest daughter. Much to his upset his six-year-old daughter was in the sixth grade.
"Daddy, how bad is it?" Abigail asked her father, looking at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen, Elle said her eyes were just like his. Her long brown hair went all the way down her back, her impossibly long fingers intertwined nervously.
"Sweetie your brother is going to be fine." Spencer assured his daughter, though he didn't believe what he was saying. Abigail climbed into the bed next to him. Spencer sat up all the way and pulled her onto his lap.
"I don't believe you." She said.
"He will be okay." He said again. Abigail and Spencer sat there for what seemed like an eternity, but it was probably only ten or so minutes, when Elle walked in.
"Sorry to interrupt but breakfast is ready." She said. Abigail climbed out of her father's arms and headed towards the kitchen. "You okay?" Elle asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, because he's going to be okay right?" Spencer asked, looking at his wife.
"Yes, he is." Elle said standing up. Spencer followed his wife out to the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him. Abigail was lifting her two-year-old sister, Michelle, into her highchair. Michelle had shoulder length, light brown hair, and piercing icy blue eyes. Their three-year-old son Nathan was sitting down at the table, reaching for the stack of pancakes. Their son had bright blond hair and ocean blue eyes. A lot like his grandmother's. He was wearing his train conductor hat, he never went anywhere without it.
"Dada!" Michelle exclaimed from her highchair, Abigail took a seat in the chair next to her, across from her brother.
"Hey there's my little Kitten." Spencer said, kissing the top of her head before sitting down in between Abigail and Nathan. Elle went and sat down in between Michelle and Nathan.
"How are you feeling little man?" Elle asked her son.
"Good." He said, taking a bite of his pancakes that where in front of him.
"That's good." Elle said, serving herself some pancakes, Spencer was doing the same. Abigail looked between her two parents. Spencer saw the fear in her eyes.
"It's going to be okay." Spencer whispered to his daughter. She nodded.
"I hope your right Daddy."
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"It's probably nothing but I am going to send him across the street to get some x-rays." The doctor said, "I'll call ahead to make sure their ready." He said, walking out of the room to call the hospital.
"Daddy?" Abigail asked, she was frightened. Elle had the same look of fear on her face. Spencer assumed he had the same look on his face as well.
"It's okay, they just want to get x-rays is all." He said.
"Uh-huh." She said. Spencer looked down at his son who was lying on the examining table, then he looked at his youngest daughter, who was in his arms.
"Okay their ready." The doctor said, re-entering the room. Spencer nodded and stood up.
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"Sissy, where's mommy and daddy?" Nathan asked, he had spent two hours in an x-ray room with his mother. Spencer had stayed with his daughter in the ten by twenty curtained off area. There was one chair and a hospital bed.
"I don't know." She said.
"Can you go look?" Nathan asked, his big blue eyes were filled with terror.
"Sure." She said confidently, trying not to scare her younger siblings. Mostly her brother. She walked out of the curtained off area into a bigger room, there were identical curtained off areas along all of the walls. The room must have been one hundred feet long. Though she was probably overly exaggerating. The curtained off area she had just walked out of was the last one before an arch that led to a different area. She saw her parents at the nurse's station with a doctor looking at an x-ray. What she saw terrified the six-year-old genius. The x-ray showed the upper torso of a human being, there was a giant white spot the size of a grapefruit on the right side of the x-ray. It was Nathan's upper torso. She quickly turned back around and walked back into the area where her brother and sister were waiting. "They're just outside." Abigail said with a smile.
"Okay." Nathan said.
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"We won't know for sure until we do a biopsy but we believe your son has Wilms Tumor. It is common in children around your son's age. It is pretty well developed, stage three to be exact, any longer and he might not have survived." The doctor said. Elle turned to Spencer, who wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed.
"Thank you doctor, you don't need to tell me anymore, I know all about it." Spencer said, the doctor nodded and walked away. "He's going to be okay."
"Go talk to them, I need to pull myself together." Elle said. Spencer nodded, then he turned and walked towards where his children were waiting. Elle walked out to the waiting area where she saw her friends waiting.
"Elle are you alright?" A very pregnant JJ asked, standing up and walking to her friend.
"He… he's… they think he…" She started to say, but she couldn't finish because she began sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's okay sweetie." JJ said wrapping her arms around her sobbing friend.
"JJ I can't loose him! Not after the other baby…" Elle sobbed.
"What other baby?" JJ asked.
"Remember when I was in a car accident a few years ago?" Elle asked, JJ nodded. "I was pregnant."
"Elle he's going to be okay. Okay? Tell me what happened." JJ said, sitting down with her arm still around Elle's shoulder.
"Wilms Tumor…stage three… at least twenty more little ones…" She sobbed. JJ looked at all of the faces around her. Morgan held Penelope's hand, Penelope held their six-month-old son in her arms. Hotch sat on the other side of Elle in his usual attire. Emily sat beside him with their three-year-old daughter in her lap. Mason sat on the other side of JJ.
"It's okay sweetie." She said pulling Elle back into an embrace as Elle sobbed.
"What about Abigail and Michelle?" Penelope asked.
"Pen." Morgan whispered angrily.
"I'm just saying, we could take them?" Penelope suggested. Elle nodded.
"Thanks Penelope." Elle said, smiling a little. "I have to go talk to my kids." She whispered.
"Okay Sweetie, we're not going anywhere." JJ said to her friend. Elle got up and walked back out to the curtained off area.
"Mommy!" Michelle squealed at the sight of her mother.
"Hey Sweetheart." Elle said picking up her youngest daughter. "Spencer, Penelope offered to let them stay with them for the night." Elle told him, he nodded. "You guys want to go stay with Aunt Penelope and Uncle Derek?"
"Yeah!" Michelle exclaimed, Abigail just nodded.
"What about me?" Nathan asked.
"Sorry little man, the doctors want to keep you over night." Spencer told his son, who pouted.
"Come on guys, say goodbye to daddy." Elle said.
"'ye Dada!" Michelle yelled.
"Bye dad." Abigail said hugging her father.
"I love you, my little Princess." Spencer said, picking his daughter up into his arms.
"What's going to happen to us?" She whispered, she knew that fighting cancer could take a while.
"I don't know, but I will make sure you're okay." Spencer promised his daughter. She nodded then she followed her mother out of the curtained area and down the hall.
"Hey Kitten, hey Princess." Penelope greeted the children.
"Aunt 'Elope!" Michelle greeted her friend.
"Hey Aunt Penelope." Abigail said half-heartedly.
"'Gail, 'Shell!" Jennifer Hotchner said when she saw her friends. Jen was a spitting image of Emily, same dark shoulder length hair, same brown eyes, same long body. The same confidence as well.
"Hey Jen." Abigail said, hugging the three year old who ran at her.
"How are you feeling?" Hotch asked kneeling down in front of Abigail.
"Hotch my brother's going to die." She said, looking her dad's boss straight in the eye.
"No he won't." Hotch said.
"You didn't see the x-ray." She whispered. Hotch pulled Abigail into his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder.
"I stay 'ith dem?" Jen asked, Hotch looked at Morgan.
"It might be good for them." Hotch said. Morgan nodded. "Okay sweetie, you can."
"Yay!" Jen and Michelle both exclaimed. Elle had gone back to where her son was, not before giving Morgan the keys to their house so that they could get some close for the children. It was going to be a long night.
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The x-ray thing really happened, needless to say it scared the crap out of me. Elle's breakdown was improvised, I don't remember my mother ever breaking down. I don't remember how I ended up at a friend of mines house the first night, but I did, and I wanted them to go through the same thing, so I had to improvise.
Just wanted you to know where fiction meets reality. Since I was only six and it is a touchy subject with my parents I might get some of the hospital terminology wrong, but I will try to get it as close as I remember it. There were really roughly twenty-nine tumors in my brothers body, the main one was on his left kidney, it was the size of a grapefruit, the majority of the little ones were on his lungs.
Also there were some pretty big hospital screw-ups that will be in the next chapter. The older I get the more I learn about how much stuff really happened in those two weeks of my brothers hospitalization.
Anyways I'm done talking now, please review. I like to know what people think.