Nope, still don't own anything.
It felt like someone was sitting on his chest. Someone way to heavy cutting off his airway. It was like something was breathing for him. Every time his chest rose and fell, it seemed to take all his energy and he found himself wondering how his chest still seemed to take in every breathe. The energy that was not used up breathing was thrust out of his body with every shock wave of pain that assaulted his body.
Why was he in this much pain again? He tried to open his eyes. No! No more pain!
He could still hear though. He could he footsteps, voices.
"He can probably hear you." It was a female voice, completely unfamiliar but soothing nonetheless. "Right now Dr. Reid's in a state of subconsciousness. Hes aware of what's going on around him to a certain extent but is far to weak and in too much pain to be able to vocally respond." Was she talking about him?
"Why's he in pain? Don't you have medicine for that?" Another voice, familiar but the black fog surrounding his mind didn't want to let up enough for him to think clearly. "He shouldn't have to be in pain. Lay there in pain." Morgan.
"When a patient suffers from a collapsed lung we are unable to administer pain medication. Narcotic pain relievers depress the respirations, which is highly dangerous. We tried giving Dr. Reid other types of pain medication but they don't have much of an affect."
"What is all this stuff?" Another voice. Gideon. They were here. They would protect him.
"These wires-" Cold hands touched his skin, easing the burning. "-lead to a heart monitor. The respirator was performed on scene to help clear Dr. Reid's airway." She paused a moment before starting again. "A chest tube or "pleurevac" was inserted to remove all traces of excess air, blood, and fluid build up in the lungs. This allows the lung to re-inflate and eases the breathing process."
"This is an pulse oximeter or an oxygen monitor. The pulse oximeter measure the level of saturation in the hemoglobin. These are IV antibiotics to prevent infection. And lastly this is a blood transfusion, helping to replace all of the blood that was lost." Why are you trying to scare them! Leave them alone!
"Right now you see almost completely diminished breathe sounds on his right side, where the impact took place. That's were the puncture is in collapsed lung. The left side picking up the slack, rises and falls almost normally. Once Spencer-" It was the first time the women had called him by his given name. "-is stabilized he will be scheduled for surgery to reset his rib and fix the puncture mark."
Gideon, Morgan, don't listen to her, I'm ok.
"I know this is a lot to take in but Dr. Reid's condition is highly critical, it's best those he's closed to know exactly what lies ahead."
"If there are no more questions..." Footsteps out, fading.
"Hey kiddo." Gideon asked, as if it were a normal day back at the BAU, the only difference is the word kiddo. Hardly ever used except when he was in danger or hurt. "I know your in pain right now but it wouldn't be much longer. Soon your going to be good as new."
"God Dammit!" Morgan. Crash.
I'm sorry, Morgan. Please don't be mad!
"Morgan..." Gideon. Gideon would keep him safe. He was safe.
"This... this is - NO!" Footsteps. Morgan.
Come back!
"Don't worry about Morgan." Gideon said softly. "He just needs to blow off a little steam. He's just worried. He's not used to seeing you like this."
Silence
"Do you remember back in Florida when..."
He was 6 again, back when his mom was not sick and his dad had not left yet.
He was 8, already in middle school. No friends. His mom has been acting different lately. He wonders if she's sick. He hopes she will get better soon.
He was 10. His second year of high school. He's trying to focus on school and getting into college but something's wrong with his mother. She's not acting... right. His dad's noticing too. They're fighting all the time. His dad leaves for days at a time and Spencer's left to take care of his mom. He wonders when his parents will stop acting the way they have been and when they will start acting the way they used too.
He's 11 now. When his mothers not having one of her 'episodes' she's fighting with his father. When his dad's not fighting with his mother, he's gone. It scares Spencer when after a week, his father still hasn't returned. Every night after he puts his mother to bed, he waits by the window for his father to return. After a month, Spencer knows his father is not returning, it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out. It only hurts him more when he realizes his mother has known that far longer then he has.
He finally did it. Graduating and at 12 too. He was excepted into Cal. Tech. with Yale as his back up. He knows he can still take care of his mother and go to college. He prays that his mother will be cure of this disease or get help but until that happens he takes care of his mother. He's known for a long time that now, they're all each other has.
He has to get his mother help. At 17, he's known the way she's living is unhealthy, but up until the day she had pulled a gun on him claiming he was an impostor, he didn't know the true severity of it. He needs to find her help. Before she kills the both of them.
He tells himself he didn't have another choice. At 18, he was forced to place her in an institution for the mentally disabled. As he begs for forgiveness, she stays silent. Her face telling all, the ultimate betrayal. But for Spencer that's normal, he's always letting down those who care about him.
He sees their faces. One by one, lined up like papers in a folder. Each one slowly dieing in front of him, because of him.
He tried to scream, a raspy "No" is all that comes out.
It changes. Now he's running, his legs carrying him away from here, where ever here was. There's a voice behind him, telling him all the horrible things he did to his friends, all the horrible things he's going to do to Spencer.
His voice is back. He screams for someone to help him. "Anybody!"
"Gideon!" He screams, tears streaming down his face. "Hotch! Please!"
"Why are you yelling for the dead, young one?" The voice taunts him again. More tears cascade down his cheeks.
"Morgan! Help me!"
"Do you never learn?"
"Help me!"
Morgan was not prepared for this Reid. The young, smart ass (without ever trying to be), walking encyclopedia Reid, yes, but the bruised, broken, barely alive Reid, no. A small voice tells his he should have expected the sight in front of his, he was with Reid until the ambulance and it was not like he looked any better then.
He saw the bruised and bleeding Reid. The barely clinging to life Reid. Deep down, however naive the thought, he had expected the hospital to fix him and somehow Reid would just magically be ok.
As he and Gideon (stupid two at a time rule), walked to the room, the doctor explained Reid's condition: broken wrist, 4 broken fingers, deep abrasion to chest, 67 stitches required. The list continued: 6 broken ribs, 2 fractured. Then the most critical, a punctured and collapsed lung, causing massive internal bleeding.
Once he hit the room, he was stunned into silence.
Reid lay on what Morgan knew from personal experience, a very uncomfortable hospital bed, a blanket pulled up to his waist. A neck brace securely fastened and a clear white tube shoved down his throat. His right arm lay up above his head but down against the hospital bed. Another tube, positioned under his armpit, this time pumping out red liquid, blood.
"-pain."
"Why's he in pain? Don't you have medicine for that?" He regretted his tone and tried to explain. "He shouldn't have to be in pain. Lay there in pain."
Her explanation made sense but it didn't make him feel better.
After she had left Morgan was fuming. It wasn't fair. Why him!
Gideon was talking to Reid as if nothing had happened. Morgan took one last look at his best friend, and turned. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the plastic vase someone had left. Two lone white roses leaned against the vase. "God Dammit!" He grabbed the vase in his hand, and watched silently as it bounced off the wall and onto the floor. The two white roses crushed underneath the plastic.
"Morgan..." He wanted to explain.
"This... this is... NO!" Turning on his heels he walked out the door, not bringing himself to look back.
Floating.
No pain.
No worries.
No pain.
He wished he could aways stay here.
Maybe Haley and Jack could come too.
No pain.
So there's chapter 3. Hope it lived up to what you wanted it to be. If not well, what can I say. The whole plot bunny thing, yeah not going to happen. Sorry to anyone who liked it, if it makes you feel better you can steal my idea and right your own story...
Alot of research went into this chapter. Not alot of Hotch in this chapter. I apologise but it was alot harder then I thought when I looked up how dr.'s fix a broken skull. But don't worry, I'm still researching it. next chapter we find out all of his injuries. So Hotch fans hang in there.
So Dr. no name is Reid's doctor and if you can go back into chapter 2 and find the hospital name and tell me what TV show I got it from you can rename Dr. no name!! I'll give you a hint. It's an older show as in it started in 1993 and was on for a while.
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