Wounded Heart

Chapter 2

Yeah so I can not quite talk now but thanks to my one, lone, single reviewer who understands where this is going. I thank you and all my readers who have enjoyed this story. Please continue reading! Ja!

It was all over. He knew, Morgan knew and now he was going to tell. Spencer stood completely still as Derek still held his wrist in his tight grip not letting up.

"Pretty Boy, what did you do?" Derek asked softly staring down at the long red bleeding gash going across Reid's arm. Tears were streaming down Spencer's face by this point, a million thoughts running through his brain trying to process the situation. Derek looked up into the kids eyes, who never left the mans, and returned his look with a pitied and sympathetic one.

That look brought the young genius out of his thoughts and back to into the situation at hand. He started to panic and tried to yank his wrist back out of his grip once again. "L-let go." Morgan's grip tightened and then reached out to take a hold of his shoulder as well.

"Reid calm down, it's going to be alright just stop straining you're making the bleeding worse." Spencer didn't seem to hear him seeing as he was still trying to yank his arm out of his grip. "Please, please Morgan let go, please." He was basically pleading now, but his struggling started to weaken.

The room was spinning and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to connect one logical thought to the next. He slumped down to his knees trying to keep the nausea at bay as to not empty the contents of his stomach on his living room floor. Morgan was saying something to him that sounded like 'everything will be okay' but he couldn't be sure for the thumping of his heart in his ears. He felt as if he could faint right there he was so tired. Hands were placed under his legs and behind his back as he was lifted into the air and carried somewhere. It was so hard staying awake when all he wanted to do was sleep, but something, including Derek's voice, was telling him to stay awake.

Derek didn't know what to do though as he carried the young genius into his room and placed him on the bed. Reid's wrist was still bleeding and didn't look like it was letting up anytime soon. He headed into the bathroom to search for a first aid kit when his eyes spotted something silver and shiny on the white tile floor. A sick feeling crept up on him as he realized it was a blade, one he must have been using when Derek interrupted, but didn't pay too much attention to it as he passed it to grab the first aid kit he found under the sink. When he got back to Spencer he could hear his labored breathing and knew that was never a good sign.

Reid felt more then saw Morgan grab his arm and start to bandage it up. The pain he felt was almost like it wasn't even real. "Spencer," He heard his name called grabbing what little of his conscious attention was left. "Rest, the paramedics will be here in a few minutes." He couldn't even protest as he felt the grips of consciousness ripped from him and dropped him into darkness.

*~*~*~At the hospital~*~*~*

'hmmm, so bright...' Spencer Reid opened his eyes only to be met with the bright white walls of a hospital room. He felt so heavy and numb, it wasn't bad it just gave him more of an apathetic feeling. He turned his neck to the left where he saw a very tires looking Morgan sleeping with a furrowed brow. Had he been there all this time? What happened after Derek found out? All these questions were running through his mind that was working on over drive trying to comprehend everything that was going on. Though the one thing that was really driving him to insanity was did Derek tell the rest of the team?

The sleeping agent started to stir lightly before he moved to get up, opening his eyes that met those of a wide eyed Spencer. "Pretty Boy," He started while getting up. "How are you feeling?" He asked with a semi serious and semi worried tone. Derek wasn't quit sure how to handle this. It wasn't like the drugs where the kid could get help with other people who felt like him, this situation was much more sensitive subject.

Reid stared at him, not really knowing what to do. Slowly he sat up with the little energy he had and looked around, it didn't look like any one else was there or had ever been there. "I-i'm fine." He said quietly. He raised his arm up to push some of his hair back when the white bandage caught his eye. "Morgan... did you-" He was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

"No, not all of the team knows." Derek said. Reid whipped his head around to look at Morgan. "What do you mean 'not all the team'?" Morgan gave him a look of something like apoligeticness. "I needed someone to get some of your stuff and-"

"Who did you tell?" Spencer cut him off before he could try to make any more half assed apoliges. The older agent looked him in the eyes. "J.J. and Emily."

Reid could have fell off the hospital bed from hearing those names. Of all the people he could of told it had to be the them, the women who were as close to him as family. He stared down at his palms, and his bandaged up arm, wishing this was just a horrible dream he could wake up from. No, this though was reality and no matter how many times he wanted it to be a dream it was always going to be real.

He sighed. "Are.. are they here?" Derek walked a little closer to Reid, not knowing how this was going to play out, before answering his question. "Yeah, they are. They have been waiting for you too wake up and should be back any minute." The geniuses hands turned into hard fist. "Leave." He said in a quiet yet harsh tone that had Morgan taken back. He was expecting the kid to break down not get angry.

"I can't do that kid. Look if you need to talk you can talk to me or one of the girls when they get back." He felt somewhere in his gut that if he left Reid alone to long something bad was going to happen. "Please if you want to do me a favore then let me have my peace." Spencer just wanted to be alone for a minute to collect his thoughts if that wasn't to much to ask. "I can't-" "Fine, then wait out side the door or something, but please just leave!"

Derek stared at the youngers still form for a moment before walking over to the door and turning the knob open. "Fine, J.J. and Prentiss should be back soon. Do you want them to see you?" A small shrug of the shoulders is all he got before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Reid unclenched his hands and opened them to see four red half moons in his palms. Why did Morgan have to find out? Of all people he knew the older agent would try every thing in his power to fix this even if he couldn't ever fix it. Then J.J. and Emily knew and he was not quit sure how they would react. He wanted to cry and scream all his frustrations out but he knew if he did they would most likely sedate him and restrain him to the bed so he could not move even a single inch.

He tensed when a small knock was heard on his door and was opened to reveal the two faces he was most dreading to see. They came in with smiles on their faces, even though they were some what forced, and an extra cup of coffe along with their own. "Hey Spenc, are you doing any better?" Asked J.J. who handed the extra cup to said man who took the warm caffinated drink with appreciation and a small nod to her question. Emily came around to the other side of the bed and squeezed his shoulder.

He looked down into the styraphom cup in his hand before speaking in a stranggled voice as a few silent tears ran down his face. "Please, please get me out of here." J.J. saw them and brought his head down into the croock of her neck and let him silently cry while Emily rubbed his back in small circles. This all broke their hearts. J.J. Whispered in his ear in her soothing motherly tone. "Okay Spencer, just hang on."

I know I keep ending these with a cliffy but that just makes you want to read on. I promise to update more often on this story because I know I dont enough.

So please stay tuned for the next chapter of Wounded Heart!