--Thank you to everyone that previously reviewed and thanks to everyone that pointed out i was spelling Prentiss wrong lol!--
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Blue on Black
The ambulance showed up soon after that. Emily managed to get Spencer upstairs. He could walk alright, but when she told him she needed to get him upstairs he nearly ran up them, like he'd be hurt if he didn't. Prentiss was just as shocked as everyone else. She couldn't move for a moment. Not until he fell about halfway.
She ran up the stairs.
"Hey! Hey, hey, easy," She said. He was still trying to get up. "Spencer, it's alright, it's alright stop." She assured, draping the blanket back over his shoulders. He looked at her, fear, so strong it was making him shake, in his eyes.
"I am s-sorry," He croaked. "Please, don't punish m-me too badly. Pl-please. I'll-"
"Shh," Emily said. "It's alright. No one's going to punish you, it's alright." He looked confused.
"B-But, I-"
"Shh…" She pushed his hair out of his face. "It's alright, Spencer. Come on, I'll help you, okay?"
She helped him up the stairs to where the paramedics were. There was a nasty bruise forming on his shin from where he fell. But that was nothing compared to the rest of his body. In this light Prentiss could see just how beaten his body was.
Bruises, everywhere. And if they weren't black they were blue. There were welts and gashes on his back. His wrists were raw, and there were patches of raw skin on his neck as well. But there was only a small, faded bruise on his jaw. Other than that his face was untouched. The others had followed Spencer and Prentiss up the stairs. And the paramedics were now in the house.
Before Emily or anyone else could say anything they took Spencer and put him on the gurney, wheeling him outside. And it scared Spencer, it scared him a lot.
Why are they taking me away?! No, no take me back! Take me back, please!
"No, no please!" I tried to yell. They hadn't told me to keep quiet. "Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I started writhing back and forth, trying to get away. My heart hammered in my chest. I wanted to get away. I didn't want them to punish me. They held me down, their hands on my skin. "NO!" I screamed, shaking my head. "NO, PLEASE, PLEASE!" They lifted the cot on wheels and put met in a metal box, and they were still touching me.
"PLEASE, oh please! Please, I'll be a good boy! I'LL BE A GOOD BOY, PLEASE!" What if they were taking me to Master? Master wouldn't be pleased with me. They would tell him about my disobedience. He would punish me so severely. "I'm sorry, PLEASE, I'm sorry, I'LL BE A GOOD BOY, I'll be a good boy!" Tears were falling from my eyes. They were talking to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. A woman got a needle and filled the syringe.
"NO! Nononono, PLEASE! I promise I'll be a good boy!" They were still yelling at me, and touching me.
"HEY!" I jumped, and so did the men in uniforms. I looked toward the door. Morgan. "Let go of him," He ordered. The hands were gone. He sat down next to me and looked down at me. I was still weeping, and I was trembling. Morgan looked sad. "It's okay, Kid. It's alright, they won't hurt you, okay?"
"I'll-I'll be a good boy, Morgan," I promised. "I'll be a good boy, don't punish me, please!"
"Shh, shh, hey, hey it's alright. I'm not punishing you. These guys are trying to help you, okay?" He assured. He gingerly put his hand on top of mine. I only flinched a little. Morgan looked at the people in uniforms.
"Take it easy, okay? One person at a time," He said, authority in his voice. Authority that made me shrink away from him just a little. He looked back down at me. "It's gonna be alright, kid, alright?" I nodded, still shaking. What if he was tricking me? What if he was taking me to Master? I shut my eyes. Morgan squeezed my hand. I cried while the people touched me.
Edenton General Hospital
The ride to the hospital wasn't long, for the paramedics anyway. To Morgan and Spencer it was excruciatingly long. Morgan winced every time someone touched his friend. And Spencer whimpered each time.
Morgan quickly relayed to the doctors what had happened to Spencer and refused to leave him alone. He even had to shove his badge in one of their faces just to get him to shut up.
"Do you have a doctor here that has dealt with this sort of thing before?" He asked, irritated.
"Yes," The Doctor said. "Just…wait here." He walked out of the hospital room.
Spencer was looking around, wide eyed, scared.
"It's alright," Morgan said gently. "No one's gonna hurt you anymore, okay?" Spencer looked at him. Morgan saw in his eyes that he didn't believe him.
"Are you Agent Morgan?" A voice at the door asked. A black woman stood in the door. She was in her early forties, trim and had a sweet disposition.
"Yeah." Morgan said, walking toward her. She extended her hand.
"I'm Dr. Robins," She said. "Dr. Ashmore said you requested me?"
"I asked for someone that had handled a situation like this before." He said. Dr. Robins glanced at Spencer, sympathy and pain in her eyes
"I've never had a patient this extreme before," She said. "I've dealt mainly with rape and some kidnappings that didn't last nearly this long."
"He's…he's been through a lot. These other people-"
"Aren't exactly sympathetic," She finished. She nodded and looked up at him. "I'll do the best I can not to scare him."
"Thank you." Morgan said truthfully. Dr. Robins was looking at papers on her clipboard, her lips pursed.
"Two years?" She said, wincing. Morgan nodded. "Dr. Spencer Reid?"
"He's not a medical doctor." Morgan said. Dr. Robins glanced at Spencer again.
"He's so young." She said.
"He's got three doctorates." He said. Robins' eyebrows rose.
"Goodness. Alright, I'll look him over."
"Please," Morgan said, desperation in his voice. "Don't hurt 'im."
"I swear I won't." She promised before sitting next to Spencer.
The young man jumped when he saw her.
"Sh, it's okay, honey," She assured, smiling gently. "My name's Ruth."
"Pl-please, do-don't hurt m-me." His voice was small and shaking.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetie," She said. "I have to look you over and make sure you're okay, alright?"
Spencer looked at Morgan, making his heart ache. He looked so damn scared.
"It's alright," He assured. "She won't hurt you, okay?"
"And he'll be right here okay?" She said gently. Spencer nodded, glancing nervously from Morgan to Dr. Robins.
Robins pulled the curtains around the bed but left them open enough so Spencer could still see Morgan.
"Okay, this is gonna sting a little honey." She said. Spencer whimpered and looked at Morgan.
"It's okay, Kid," Morgan assured. "I'm here, it's alright." Spencer reached out to him, tears and fear in his eyes. Morgan took his hand, wincing internally for his friend.
There was a very long five minutes in which Spencer winced, yelped and whimpered. Morgan soothed him as best as he could, and Ruth said she was sorry each time. Morgan understood that she was doing her job, she had to press on bruises that hurt even if she did do it lightly. She had to make sure he was okay.
Truth be told, Ruth would rather not touch him at all. She could tell just by looking at him that he had been through true horrors that she couldn't even imagine.
She could tell just by feeling his arms and his ribs that they'd been broken before. But they had been set extremely well. Whoever hurt him also made sure that he wouldn't have any deformities from broken bones.
"Alright, alright, honey," She said, gently touching his shoulder. "Just a little longer, okay? Now you aren't gonna like this part one bit. But just remember, I'm not hurting you, sweetie, okay?" He nodded and turned his head back toward Morgan and shut his eyes.
"It's alright," Morgan said, painfully watching Spencer's face twist in discomfort and fear that he was trying to control. He squeezed Morgan's hand tighter and tears slipped out from under his closed lids. He whimpered quietly.
"It's okay, kid, it's okay." Morgan assured. Spencer swallowed and nodded but did not open his eyes.
"I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry. Almost done, sugar, I promise." Ruth said softly. Spencer nodded, his lower lip trembling.
It was an excruciating three minutes.
"Okay, okay, I'm done. No more, sweetheart, no more." Ruth said, brushing his hair back. He nodded, flinching away from her hand out of reflex.
Ruth got him clothes, which he denied at first.
"No, please, please, I have already disobeyed Master so much already. Please, if I, if I am clothed he will be so enraged-"
"Spencer, Spencer," Morgan said, looking at him steadily. "He can't get you anymore, alright? He can't hurt you," Spencer looked at him and the floor, uneasy, worried, deathly afraid. "You can wear clothes, kid. It's okay."
He put the clothes on, hesitating at first.
"Alright, you just wait here a minute. We've gotta take some blood. I don't think I'll need to run any x-rays. Doesn't look like there's anything broken," Dr. Robins said. She leaned close to Morgan and whispered, "I'll go talk to everyone else, alright? Are you gonna stay here with him?" He nodded. She smiled at Spencer and left the room.
Spencer sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his hands folded in his lap, his body drawn close, his head bowed.
"It's gonna be okay, kid." He said, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder. Spencer flinched but didn't pull away.
"You still scared of me?" He asked.
"A little." Spencer mumbled.
"It's gonna be alright, kid. We'll figure this out, okay?" He said. Spencer nodded, still not looking at him. That's when something horrible occurred to Morgan.
Garcia didn't know.
--Ruh roh!--
