A/N: If you were wondering, the title is a reference to Garbage's Bleed Like Me.


"Here you go," the nurse said, handing a garbage bag full of essentials to Reid. She was about forty and wiry thin with blonde hair. "Put your clothes in there when you're done. And make sure you wash your hair."

Reid nodded. The nurse closed the bathroom door behind him. He took off his sweater vest and undid the buttons on his shirt. He took off his glasses and put them on the counter and stripped the rest his clothes off. He didn't see any soap or shampoo, so he figured he'd just rinse himself off. It wasn't till he was already in the shower, that it occurred to him that the soap might be in the garbage bag. He turned the shower off and soaking wet he dug through the bag to find a small bag of toiletries containing combination soap and shampoo, a small stick of deodorant, and a flimsy comb. He grabbed the soap and turned the shower back on and bathed himself.

Spencer...

Reid turned around to see where the source of the voice was. Nothing. It's all in my head, he thought.

Spencer... Kill yourself.

"No!" Reid said out loud. For a second he was embarrassed that he had spoke to the voices, but then he remembered where he was and figured it didn't matter much.

He grabbed a towel from the garbage bag and dried off. He put on some deodorant and then the pyjamas they had left for him. He also put on the robe and tied it around his waist. Reid opened the door tentatively and looked out to see if anyone was there. He grabbed the garbage bag now full of his clothes and walked out into the hallway. No one there. He went to the offices nearby and knocked on the door.

The nurse came out. "Thank you," she said. "Now you'll be sharing a room with Derek Morgan. Your room's just this way."

Sharing a room? Reid wasn't sure if he could get used to that. He had lived alone ever since he was twelve and moved in Cal Tech. Now twenty-three, he was still unequipped for dealing with people.

The nurse lead him down a hallway to a room that said "Derek and Spencer." Even from outside the door, Morgan could hear crying. "Here you go. Get yourself some rest. We'll wake you up in the morning for meds."

"Okay," Spencer said, walking into his room. A large muscular man was lying in one of the beds, sobbing uncontrollably. Spencer laid down on the other bed and tried to get comfortable. He felt awkward and he didn't like to hear the other man's cries. "What's wrong?"

The man who must have been Derek Morgan sniffled a little and stopped crying. "It's complicated."

"I'm sorry," Spencer said, and he let the conversation drift away. After a while Morgan started crying again. Reid felt helpless, like he didn't know what to do. Then he thought of something.

He went out of the room and found the locker where he had kept a few of his personal belongings. His Kindle, a notebook, and... exactly what he was looking for.

Reid returned to his room and tapped Derek on the shoulder. "Here," he said. "It'll make you feel better." He handed Morgan a small rabbit.

Derek looked genuinely touched. "Thank you," he said, hugging the rabbit.

"No problem," Reid said. "His name is Mr. Fluffles."

Reid cuddled up into bed, and got comfortable and was satisfied when Morgan's crying had stopped.


A/N: Thanks for reading. If you're reviewing please be kind because this story is very personal to me and I put a lot into it.