Spencer sat in his bathroom, his throat dry and his eyes sore. He lost the most intelligent, sweet... beautiful woman he had ever met.
Although he had showered for hours since her death, trying to clean himself enough as if he could wash away the memories, he still felt wrong, dirty, like his eyes were screaming at him to be washed, sterilised, burned.
Spencer looked at himself with such self hatred for what he was about to do and the disgusting way he was going to do it, he continued to jam a screwdriver into a secret panel
in his fireplace and pulled out a black box.
He opened the box and instantly his eyes began to well with the pain of his memories. The shame he felt as he slowly filled up the first sterilised needle, with the thing that ruined his life, his last bottle of delaudid.
He felt that all to similar feeling, the cool substance running down his vains like blood in a river. He continued to do the same thing with the next needle, and the next, and the next, until he had passed out.
"Hey" Morgan said in a soft tone as he knocked on Reid's front. He was looking for the right thing to say, anything to say, but as quickly as the words came they faded. Such as Maeve had.
"Please open up, it has been eight weeks, I haven't seen you, just let me know your okay" Morgan said as the worry on his tone grew.
"Just knock once if your conscience" Morgan pleaded "kid, please" his voice began to strain. "I need to be there for you but I can't if you won't let me in."Morgan's voice was now on the verge of trembling.
"KID! Wake up, PLEASE" Morgan shouted. After he shouted a few more times he got too worried to wait.
I'm one swift motion, Morgan kicked down the door, what he found made his heart physically ache. Reid has always tried to keep his house tidy but he was often to busy and wrapped up in a book or a case that he didn't have time to tidy his apartment. But what he found was worse than he had expected, he found there was smashed glass on the floor, books strewn out across the place, clothes on the sofa and floor.
"Jesus Reid" Morgan said in shock "REID, REID" Morgan shouted as he made his way through Spencer's apartment searching for him. He finally went into the bathroom and saw Reid there lying on the cold, hard white tiles, his face had dark circles all around his eyes, as if he hadn't slept over a month. His body was thin, like he had hardly touched any food. His hair, once flowed freely and ran with glimps of sunlight, now knotted and matted.
Morgan's heart felt like it had been ripped from his body, he could feel the air rush out of his lungs, never to return.
He instinctively dove down to the floor, ignoring the imediate pain that struck through his knees. Reaching to check for a pulse, he almost cried when he felt how weak it was.
He whipped out his arms and picked up Reid, taken back by just how light he was. He ran through the apartment straight outside to his car, he lay down Reid as comfortably as he could in the back seats of his SUV and headed strut for the nearest hospital.