Reid was in a hospital bed. Wires and tubes connected to almost every inch of his body. Morgan sat beside the bed, one hand holding on to one of Reid's, as if that hand alone would bring back his pretty boy. The doctor's words filtered through his head. 'There is a very minimal chance of him waking surviving. He has suffered a server blow to the head causing the brain to swell. He also had some internal bleeding which we were able to stop but the damage had been done. The possibility of him waking up is slim but still there. We did everything we could. It's up to him now.'
They were told that a week ago and the young doctor still has yet to awaken. Morgan brush a strand of hair away from the younger man's face revealing a long jagged cut from where he was bashed in the head by the unsub. Morgan took a deep breath before he spoke.
"Hey pretty boy, we're waiting for you to wake up. None of us are the same without you. Hotch is even more withdrawn then before. J.J. doesn't have the usual bounce in her step. Emily is snapping at anyone for anything. She even snapped at baby girl for not typing fast enough. Garcia isn't bubbly anymore. You of all people know how bad something has to be is Garcia isn't smiling at every moment of the day. We want you back. I want you back. So please, wake up."
A tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly whipped it away. There was a soft knock on the door. The nurse told him that visiting hours were over and that he had to go. Morgan just simply nodded and stood up. He placed a kiss on the top of Reid's head. At the doorway he took one last look at the man who risked his life to save everyone else's. For some reason he had the feeling that this would be the last time that he would ever see the young doctor like this.
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Morgan arrived at the hospital right at the start of visiting hours. As he got closer to Reid's room a feeling of dread began to settle in his stomach. When he got to the doctor's room he couldn't hear a thing. Not the beeping of the heart monitor nor the oxygen tank that was blowing air into the comatose Reid's lungs. He walked in to the, All the wires and tubes were gone as well as the machines. The bed was empty and made. All the sheets and blanks tucked down under the mattress. Morgan quickly left the room and ran to the nurse's station. "What happened to the patient in room 214?"
The nurse gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. Spencer Reid passed away in the night. He passed peacefully in his sleep."
Morgan felt his knees give out beneath him. He fell to the floor. He lost his boy. His pretty boy. The only person he ever opened up to. He lost him and no longer knew what to do. He felt empty. The only thing that ran through his head was the fact that he was never able to say good-bye.