This is a friendship story, slash if you squint. Song is Anthem of the Angels by Breaking Benjamin.
White walls surround us
No light will touch your face again
Rain taps the window
As we sleep among the dead
Morgan knew something was wrong with Reid. There was something wrong with all of them of course, especially after Prentiss' death. They all needed help, but there was something different about Reid's problems.
Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I
He tried confronting Reid, but Reid wouldn't admit to anything. Morgan couldn't force him to talk to him, no matter how much he tried. By now Morgan knew about the headaches, but why wouldn't Reid talk to them? Didn't he know that Morgan needed him?
There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye
Reid was getting worse. He was having trouble hiding his headaches. And it was killing Morgan to see Reid suffer like this without being able to do anything about it. Reid kept brushing Morgan off, kept brushing everybody off. He was retreating into himself, and Morgan couldn't do anything about it.
Cold light above us
Hope fills the heart
And fades away
Skin white as winter
As the sky returns to grey
"Come on Reid, I know something's up. You can talk to me, you can tell me anything," Morgan pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time. Reid hesitated, squinting slightly at Morgan, and Morgan felt a surge of hope. Maybe Reid was finally ready to talk.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," Reid insisted weakly. Morgan sighed, partly in frustration but mostly in sadness. He could see the pain in Reid's eyes.
Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I
"You're not fine. We all know you're not fine. We need you to get better," Morgan would not give up on Reid, could not give up on him.
"We should get back to the case," Reid said, and completely closed himself off again.
There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye
Reid was getting progressively worse, but he wouldn't talk to anyone. Not even Morgan. He was fading, he was breaking, and nobody could help him. Morgan watched as his best friend, his brother, slowly died inside. He was losing Reid.
I keep holding onto you
But I can't bring you back to life
Sing the anthem of the angels
Then say the last goodbye
Morgan couldn't stand it. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Why couldn't he do anything? Morgan had never felt so helpless. Profiling was useless to someone who knew how to hide. But by this point, Morgan wasn't sure if Reid was hiding or just gone. He refused to admit it, refused to let go, but maybe Reid wasn't even Reid anymore.
You're dead alive
You're dead alive
You're dead alive
You're dead alive
"You need help. You're not yourself anymore."
"I'm completely fine." And there was nothing to prove him otherwise. Reid's voice was calm, controlled. He had lost all emotion. Reid had become completely apathetic, an empty shell.
There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye
Everyone had given up on Reid. They had accepted this new, calm, emotionless version, simply because there was nothing they could do about it. Everyone gave up on him, everyone except Morgan. Morgan would never give up on Reid, because Morgan needed Reid.
I keep holding onto you
But I can't bring you back to life
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye
Sing the anthem of the angels
And say the last goodbye
Sing the anthem of the angels
There was nothing Morgan could do, and he wouldn't accept that. He kept trying to talk to Reid, but it never got anywhere. Pleads, threats, it didn't matter. Reid had become apathetic to everything. It was too late for Reid. But as long as Reid was breathing, Morgan wouldn't give up. He would keep trying to bring Reid back until the day he died.
