Author's Note: This chapter has both an equal amount of talking and thoughts. Enjoy


The next day the team went to the hospital right before visiting hours started so that each team member could be able to see Reid.

The first one to go was Elle. Last night her guilt would not let her sleep. No matter how much her body begged for it, guilt over ruled her until the sun came up. She decided to go see Reid by herself in hopes of clearing her conscious even if Reid didn't hear her.

She entered the room slowly, as if delaying her time. When she got over to the bed she noticed several things about Reid. She noticed how pale he looked from the blood loss. His left shoulder was wrapped in a bandage, that made her think the gunshot wound was worse than the doctor said it was. She knew that wasn't true. If it was, Reid would be covered in wires. The only things Reid had on him at the time was an IV on each hand. One was giving him antibiotics, the other was giving him blood. He also had a nasal cannula supplying him oxygen as he slept. The young profiler also was on heart monitor, which seemed to show he had a slightly off heart beat, due to the lack of blood he had.

Elle pulled up a nearby chair closer to him, and took hold of his hand.

Elle bent her head down and, "I'm sorry, Reid. I shouldn't have said what I said."

For the next fifteen minutes, Elle kept her hand in Reid's and her head bent down.

A nurse had come in told her that her time was up.


The team took turns seeing Reid. One or two of them would go themselves while the others would go with some one else.

Every few hours, Garcia would call a team member for an update on her boy wonder or to know what his favorite sweet treat was.

As visiting hours came to close, so did the twenty-four hour mark. Depending on the doctors decision, Reid would either be moved to private room or would stay in the ICU for another twelve

The doctor decided to wait another twelve hours and that by time the team gets to the hospital tomorrow, Reid would be in a private room


When the thirty-six hour mark passed, Reid was put into private room, and was allowed to have visitors for longer periods of time, even though he wasn't awake. The ICU limited the visitors and the time-frame had depending on the patients condition. A private room had limits, but they were listened to very loosely.

Elle took most of the visiting time. She would sit with Reid and just speak to him about whatever she could think, while also apologizing every once in awhile.


It didn't take long for everyone to realize that when visiting hours ended, it had been forty-eight hours since Reid had been shot.

When ever they saw him, they noticed that he wasn't as pale as he was the last they saw him. He looked like his old self again. Now they just had to wait for him to be himself again, by spouting off random statistics no one really cared about.


Over the next set of visiting hours the team notice him stirring a little bit every once in awhile, but not enough to say he was awake.

While sitting with Reid for the last thirty minutes before visiting hours ended, Elle was sitting with him talking holding his hand, when suddenly felt him squeezing it.

Elle looked up at Reid's eyes and saw that they were open.

"Reid," Elle exclaimed.

Reid open his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Elle stood up and grabbed the cup of water that was next to the hospital bed.

"Here drink some of this," Elle said helping get the cup to his mouth.

After a sips of water Reid pushed the cup away from his mouth then said, "You apologize way to much Greenaway."

Elle stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, then said, "How did you-"

Reid cut her off and said,, "Studies show that when someone was unconscious they can still hear things subconsciously. Then when they wake up, the subconscious memories turn into conscious thoughts. That and you apologized at least fifteen times today."

Elle blushed slightly with embarrassment then realized that Reid woke up at some point earlier today and asked, "When did you exactly wake up?"

"When Morgan was in here sitting in the chair looking at car magazine with models on the cover," Reid confessed. "But I didn't stay awake for very long. Probably no more then five seconds."

"This the longest," Elle asked.

"Only because I'm forcing myself to stay awake to say, you can stop apologizing since I forgive you. I know you didn't mean what you said. I don't hold it against you," Reid explained, tiredness evident in his voice.

"Go to sleep Reid. If you ever want to get out of this place, you need to rest," Elle looking into the genius' eyes and seeing how tire was.

Reid didn't argue with Elle, he was to tired to.