Morgan called for an ambulance as he was on his way to the motel where Reid was staying, the way the kid had sounded on the phone he wasn't willing to take any chances. He pulled up in front of the entrance to the motel, and ran in, remembering that Garcia hadn't found Reid's name in any of the motels in town, probably meaning he had used a fake name. He cursed loudly, and run his hand across his face before looking at the man behind the desk, trying to figure out what to say. "Have you.. Uh, seen a scrawny looking kid, with light brown hair reaching just underneath his ears? He would have checked in a couple of days ago, in a pretty bad shape." He said, after flashing his badge for the man.
"Sorry, no." the man mumbled, uninterested, without looking up from the newspaper he was reading, clearly not paying much attention at all.
Morgan hit his fist in the table, before he grabbed the man and pulled him close. "Listen to me, a man in his twenties checked in here a couple of days ago. Light brown hair, pretty messed up. Now you're going to tell me what room he's in unless you want to spend the next week locked up down town." He said in a dark, threatening voice. The man avoided eye contact with Morgan, nodding slowly before pulling away and getting the key to the room. "Think he's there now."

The ambulance was outside as Morgan went out and headed for the room Reid was in, running now, feeling the adrenaline pumping in his body. He struggled a little with unlocking the door, but ripped it opened when he did, and called for the paramedics when he saw Reid lying in the bed, looking lifeless. He was quickly by his side, pulling him over in his lap while checking for his pulse and other sign of the younger man still breathing. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could feel a low pulse every now and again. The paramedics were at their side shortly after, lifting Reid's body and carrying him into the ambulance, followed by a highly stressed Derek Morgan. The paramedics quickly gave the kid a intranasal naloxone, while also ensuring that his lungs were safe from aspiration and that there was a clear pathway from his lunges, before placing a oxygen mask in front of his face. Everything was moving so fast and in a blur for Morgan now, and before he knew it he was sitting in the hallway alone, waiting for what the doctors had to tell him.

After what felt like forever he spotted the doctor heading for him, and quickly stood up, presented himself, and waited for what he had to say. "The patient is doing just fine at the moment, but it was a good thing you got to him when you did. We will have to keep him for observation for 24 hours, before we can release him. He is sleeping now, but if you want to, you can go to his room and wait there until he wakes up." He said, and pointed towards the room Reid was in. Morgan nodded, and thanked the doctor for what they had done, before he went into the room, and grabbed a chair that he moved next to the bed, where he sat down, and looked over the kid. "You scared me. Never do this again, pretty boy." He said, and slowly took his hand in his, as he sat there waiting for the man to wake up.

Reid had been woken up several times during the night, once every hour to be precise, but he couldn't remember much of it. It wasn't until morning that he finally woke up, grimacing to the strong light that hit his eyes, quickly shutting them again. He opened them after a while, looking into Morgan's worried face, and feeling a surge of guilty conscience and shame going through him. Morgan didn't look good at all, tired, worried. And knowing it was because of him that his friend looked like this, made everything so much worse. He was about to say something when Morgan handed him a glass of water and asked him to drink, and nodded before he sat a little up in the bed, drinking a little of the water before placing the glass on the little table next to his bed.

He started to apologize, but Morgan cut him off midsentence, "Kid, now you're going to listen to me, you hear me?" he said, and waited until the boy nodded before he continued. "I know what happened to you, and I know it's been bugging you ever since. What happened was shit, and I understand how you feel, a thing like that would destroy even the strongest of men. But you need to stop this; you can't sit around forever feeling sorry for yourself, and trying in all the wrong ways to make things better. Cause I've been there, pretty boy, that's not the way it works. I don't know how you're going to get past this, but I know you won't get past it if you continue this way. The speed you're going in right now, the only thing coming out of that will be your body six feet under, and I'm not about to let that happen. Now, I've called Hotch, and you can scream about it all you'd like, but you're in this place because of you. We're your friends Reid, we're all here for you, but we can't just let this pass. So you're suspended until you get your life back on track."

Reid didn't know what to say, a part of him wanted to scream at the man, blame him for what was happening now, but then the other part of him told him he shouldn't, told him Morgan was right, and if it were the other way around he would have done the same thing. Well, most likely he would have had Hotch doing it for him, not wanting to face the fury of Derek Morgan, but either way, he knew what his friend was doing was the right thing, so he just nodded, before looking down on the blanket on top of him, shame and defeat in his eyes. He knew what he had been doing was wrong, that it wouldn't work in the long run. But still… These past weeks had been so great for him. He wasn't sure if he was ready to give that up, but did he have any other choice? He loved his job, and even how much he refused on it, his job was in many ways his life.

Morgan squeezed his hand, before letting go when the phone called. He walked outside to answer it, and came back after a couple of minutes. "Reid, I got to go. But I'll stop by later tonight if I can, and tomorrow. Garcia is looking into places that can help you, good places. You need to listen to what she says, trust us on this, and just let us help you out of this mess."
Reid bit his lip, and met the other mans gaze. "I don't need to go anywhere; I can do it on my own. Like last time. I don't need any help, I'm fine." He said, but quickly regretting it when he saw the look on Morgan's face, the almost dark eyes. "You keep telling yourself that kid, and see where you end up, alone in the gutter somewhere. Now we're going to help you, and that's final." He said, before leaving the room.

Reid stared after the man, before shifting in the bed he was on and lying on his side, facing the wall. He felt just like a kid again, not being able to do anything by himself, always having people looking over him. And that angry voice in the back of his head were shouting at him, telling him to not just let them take control of his life this way. He curled together on the bed, pulling his blanket over his head, as he tried to block out the screaming voice in his head, begging it to shut up.

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