Okay I swear, this is it. This'll be the last story I do for a while. I really want to finish Kidnapped soon-I have an actual ending in mind for that on and then Remember Us is up for finishing. So I really do plan on finishing these fics! I just like writing Hotch/Reid right now since I've written so many Reid/Morgan lol
Everything was a haze. Hotch stood there looking at the reflection of the burning car. A young man was behind him.
"Hey mister! Are you all right?" His voice was an echo.
He and Reid were getting into the SUV...suddenly everything exploded.
Reid.
He turned, fear enveloping him like a dark cloud.
Reid.
He raced to the body that laid in the middle of the road.
Reid.
"Reid!" He knelt beside the kid. Blood was everywhere. So much blood. Even the kid's face was covered in blood.
Reid.
"Come on, kid! You need to wake up! He saw glass peircing Reid's side. He turned him over on the side. There was blood on the back. It was bad, really bad. His hands were soiled in blood, Reid's blood.
"Reid!"
Reid groaned. He felt dizzy, cold.
And pain, lots of pain. Heated pain, pressing against him, but only around his chest. His legs were numb. Panic rose.
"Can't...feel...legs," he mumbled. Hotch breathed when he heard Reid's strained voice.
It was then that Reid coughed up blood.
"It's okay Reid, it's okay. Your legs are still there."
Reid tried to move.
"Wh...happened?"
"Oh shit," the young man said behind him. "Shit oh, oh shit, oh shit."
"Get out of here!" Hotch shouted to him. He saw the police barracading the streets. DAMN IT!
Reid coughed up some blood.
"There's been an explosion, we were caught in it. It's gonna be okay Reid. It's going to be okay."
It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay.
The kid looked bad. Really bad. His face was all bloody, so was his chest. His legs were at an awkward position. The glass wasn't helping. The kid's hands felt cold.
He was panicked. He couldn't afford to panic but he was.
He couldn't afford to lose Reid.
He should have saw this coming. He should have stopped it.
WHY AREN'T THEY DOING ANYTHING?
Pain. Sharp pain flying at him in all directions. It smoothed him, laughed at him. Pain. Too much of it. It consumed him. That and coldness. And confusion...and most of all fear. Fear and pain.
Things were so disoriented. He couldn't concentrate. He was scared, lost. But at aleast he wasn't alone. At least he had Hotch.
Hotch. He looked like he was in bad shape. But he wasn't saything anything.
His legs, why couldn't he feel his legs?
Where were the others? Were the others okay?
Why was this happening? More pain. He felt himself drift away...to a place surrounded by darkness.
Anger filled him, anger and worry and guilt. Guilt knawed at him. Why did he bring Reid along? He should have gone alone, DAMN IT! If he was alone it would just be him.
He had to get rid out of there. He had to get him to a hospital, and fast.
"PLEASE!" He bellowed to the police, knowing it was futile. "PLEASE! THERE'S AN AGENT DOWN! I NEED AN AMBULANCE! PLEASE THERE'S A MAN DOWN! PLEASE HELP US!"
He turned towards Reid who was shivering. He took off his jacket.
"It's okay Reid, I'm going to get you out of this," he whispered. "I'm going to get you out. You're going to be all right."
If only he was as sure as he sounded.
PLEASE review! I had this idea ever since I watched the season 4 premier lol.