"Name please?" the nurse asks.
"Spencer Reid." He replied.
"What's wrong?"
"I passed out and hit my head."
"Alright. Please take a seat, a doctor will be with you soon."
As Reid was about to sit down in a hard plastic chair, he felt a hand grab his shoulder and a gun press into the back of his head.
The unsub ushered them into a nearby office. Reid counted three doctors.
One doctor, who he imagined to be about thirty two or so, had her blond hair pulled back into ponytail. Her distinctive grey eyes trained on Reid (who still had a gun to his head). Her name tag read Dr. Meredith Grey.
The one standing next to her (who had his arm wrapped around her. They must be in a relationship) had thick, well styled grayish blackish hair and a chiseled face. His name tag read Dr. Derek Sheppard.
Derek. Huh.
Next to him stood a younger looking doctor with a round face and red-brown hair whose hazel eyes were trained on the gun like it she'd seen on just like it, they flicked over to Dr. Sheppard in worry. Her nametag read Dr. April Kepner.
"I want to know what's wrong with me!" the unsub yelled.
"Sir," Reid said. "I'm with the FBI. If you let us go I can help you…"
He pushed Reid to the ground and pointed the gun at him. "Don't lie to me!" he screamed. Before he pulled the trigger.
Reid felt a horrible burning sensation. Not again! He thought. The unsub looked towards Dr. Grey.
"Help him."
She rushed to his side. "Don't worry." She said. "It's not fatal, I can't do anything for the pain…"
"It's okay, I've been shot before."
Dr. Sheppard tossed Dr. Grey some gauze.
"I was down here to grab this." He said.
Dr. Grey wrapped it around Reid's arm. "I'm Dr. Grey." She said.
"Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid."
"You're a doctor?"
"I have a couple PhDs."
"A couple? What are you, twenty eight?"
"Stop whispering!" the unsub yelled.
"Were all surgeons." Doctor Sheppard said. "Were not the people to diagnose you."
Now the unsub was angry. He pointed his gun at Sheppard "But," Reid said "You could keep us here until somebody else diagnoses you."
The unsub lowered his gun.
The phone rang. "You." The unsub said, pointing towards Dr. Kepner. "Put it on speaker. Tell them about the fed and the injuries. I want them to realize the severity of the situation."
Dr. Kepner handed the woman she was supporting to Dr. Sheppard and answered the phone.
"H-hello?" she said her voice shaking.