Anything For A Friend
A Criminal Minds Fanfic
Reid, Garcia
Author's note: I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV. The medical information herein contained is based on my layman's research and may or may not be entirely accurate to the more trained eye.
Once again, thanks to Aut for the usual above and beyond late night and early morning consult, betaing, general support and the occasional WTF moment. And the appropriate bible passage.
"A Friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity" –Proverbs 17:17
"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature." ― Jane Austen
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"Please! Please don't die on me!" she cried, cradling his head against her chest and sobbing. His head lolled from side to side, his eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again. "Please, Spencer!"
Penelope Garcia choked back her tears and took a deep breath. Changing her strategy, she pulled his inert body closer and whispered in a stronger voice, "You're gonna be okay, Wonder Boy. You're gonna be okay."
Debris from the explosion continued to rain down on them and Garcia shifted position again, intending to shield the unconscious agent from further harm. As she moved, she heard him groan and her attention moved from the still falling barrage of rubble back to her injured colleague.
He mumbled something unintelligible and she bent her ear closer to his face, and repeated her comforting words,
"You're gonna be okay, Spencer. What is it? What are you trying to say?"
"D—don't," he managed, "don't leav—" he stopped, gasping in pain. His bloodied left hand reached out to take hers and for just an instant a look of peace crossed his face before he fell silent and stopped moving, slumped against a pillar. Her eyes grew wide with fear.
"Spen—"
Penelope's plea was cut off as a portion of falling concrete block struck the exposed back of her head knocking her senseless and propelling her into Reid's prone body. Their combined momentum pitched them both forcefully forward, sending them sprawling onto the parking garage's cement floor. Garcia groaned in pain once as she rolled over. Still struggling, she managed to retake Reid's hand. There was no sign of life from him and Garcia's eyes filled with tears as her world went black.
Silence was punctuated by the eerie sounds of more rocks falling, the sound echoing through the otherwise still chamber of the parking garage.
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"Ms. Garcia will be all right, Agent Prentiss," the attending doctor reassured Emily. "She has a lot of superficial cuts and bruises and will be nursing a headache from the mild concussion she sustained. But my prognosis is a full recovery after a few days rest and another week or so away from work."
Dr. Sharma set Garcia's chart aside and Emily noted that the doctor's posture changed. She stiffened, her hands folded in front of her on the desk, atop the other chart there.
"What is it?" Prentiss asked.
Dr. Sharma sighed before she replied, "I'm afraid the news is not so good in regards to Dr. Reid."
Emily shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Biting her lip, she met Dr. Sharma's gaze and drew a deep breath. "Tell me. Please."
"He has a number of contusions and a few broken bones, all of which will heal in good time." She opened the folder and showed Emily the injuries pictured on the chart. "Two fingers on his left hand and the corresponding knuckles. Two cracked ribs," she indicated on the picture and Emily nodded acknowledgement. "But what concerns me is the head trauma, Agent Prentiss. Dr. Reid keeps passing in and out of consciousness. The charge nurse indicates that he has briefly regained consciousness twice in the last twelve hours and both times, has asked for his wife."
Emily's eyebrows rose.
"But his intake papers indicate that you are his Medical Power of Attorney. And that he is single."
Prentiss nodded, "I am. And he is. At least as far as I know, he is."
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