Down A Long, Dark Path
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Criminal Minds. (I wish I owned Reid.)
Summary: After a severe concussion, Reid struggles to put the pieces of his life back together after being comatose. Will he ever be the same again? (Possible JJ/Reid)
Third Person
"Clear!" Reid called in a loud voice. He kept cautiously making his way down the hallway, his gun pointed forward in his right hand and his flashlight held tight in his left hand. He could smell the sickening smell of rotting blood through the cigarette smoke that clouded the air.
Out of nowhere a blinding pain smacked him in the side of his head, sending his gun and flashlight sailing out of hands. He caught the silhouette of a man in front of him blearily. He found himself staring down the barrel of .22 revolver. Still seeing stars, Spencer brought his knee up blindingly and smacked his hands in front of his face, luckily nailing the gun out of the UnSub's hands. It flew across the room and landed with a crash.
"Dr. Spencer Reid is comatose. There's a chance that there may be brain damage if he wakes up."
"If?"
"I'm so sorry, Agent. If Dr. Reid wakes up, there's a possibility he might never be the same again."
Another blow to the head came Reid's way, but not as hard. He pulled himself up and tried to run towards his gun to fire, but the UnSub tackled him and they rolled into the wall. A box fell over and landed on Spencer's leg, causing him to cry out in pain.
"You gotta come back to us, Kid. We need you."
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Reid hoped it was his team. He wasn't sure how much longer he could fight off the suspect. Reid saw the UnSub grab his gun and Reid flew towards him and had him tackled in an instant. Out of the corner of his eye, Reid saw Hotch, Morgan, and JJ bursting through the door before everything turned black.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
"Spence?"
Beep... Beep...
The first thing Reid saw after he woke up was a blinding light. He had to squeeze his eyes shut as to not throw up or pass out from the blinding pain in his head. When what he assumed was an ambulance hit a bumpy pothole in the road, he weakly turned his head and vomited without ever opening his eyes. He tried to stay awake and listen to the voices talking to him, but the unforgiving and relentless darkness pulled him under.
"Reid, come back to us. Please."
Where am I? Spencer wondered.
"Hotch! I think he moved his finger. Call a nurse."
Blinking, Spencer cautiously cracked open one of his eyes. He moaned in pain. So. Bright.
"I turned the light off," a voice told him. Spencer tested it. Much better.
"Who...?" Reid mumbled, fighting against the darkness. But he didn't hear the reply before he fell back unconscious.
(Three Weeks Later)
"Hey there, Spencer. How you feeling?" The nurse asked, fiddling around with his IV before moving on to his heart monitor.
He shrugged.
"Can you talk?"
"Yeah," Reid mumbled.
"Let's see. How do you spell your name?"
"She," his voice was slurred slightly when he tried to say "C." "Naw... that's not right... Uh, S-E... No, S-P... C? E..."
"Alright, don't strain yourself," the nurse assured him gently, smiling. "Trust me, you'll have plenty of time to try later. Get some rest, will ya?"
He didn't have to be told twice. The familiar darker was welcomed his arrival.
Stay Gold lovelies,
- Alee XxX