"You ready to get out of here?" Reid questioned as he entered Morgan's hospital room. The team had sat with Morgan until visiting hours had forced them to leave. Reid wanted to stay, but Morgan convinced him to go home.

"Yeah, I'm sure Smokey's getting pretty hungry by now," Morgan commented.

"He's fine, I went and fed him before I came here in case you weren't ready to go yet," the genius admitted.

"Thanks, kid, I appreciate it."

"Don't worry about it. So we just waiting on your discharge instructions?" Morgan nodded just as a nurse walked in with the necessary papers.

"Just sign these and I'll get your wheelchair and you can be out of here," she said brightly.

"Don't need a wheelchair," the injured man argued.

"Sorry, but its hospital policy. I'll just be right back," the nurse said exiting the room in search of the chair.

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"Here are your prescriptions. Make sure to get them filled. Take it easy, no heavy lifting for a few weeks. Give time for those ribs to heal. Also, due to your broken arm along with your ribs the doctor doesn't recommend you staying by yourself. Do you have anyone who can stay with you?" the nurse asked.

"I'll stay with him," Reid answered quickly.

"That's good to hear. Well then, you're free to go. If you'll just get into the wheelchair we'll head out to your friends car. Nodding silently Morgan eased from the hospital bed to the chair. The nurse took control of the chair while Reid grabbed all the discharge instructions, Morgan's prescriptions and the bag with his belongings.

"Thank you," Morgan said quietly as he was helped into the car.

"You're welcome, you have a good day agents. Feel better Agent Morgan," the young nurse said.

"I will, thank you," Morgan said closing the door and sinking back into the set. That little bit of movement had exhausted him. Both his ribs and arm hurt a lot. He didn't like taking the pain killers, though. They made him feel loopy and out of control. He'd lost enough control lately in his opinion. He didn't have a desire to lose any more.

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"We'll just top and get your scripts filled then we'll head to your place. I figured you'd be more comfortable staying there, Reid explained.

"You're right I do. Don't we need to get stuff for you?"

"No, I've got my go bag in the car. I'd planned on staying with you until you're back on your feet."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Morgan replied. The other man could tell he was nervous so he dropped the topic.

"Do you have any preference about lunch?"

"No, whatever you want is fine, Reid. I'm not that hungry," Morgan responded.

"Okay, I'm not sure what you have but I can make due. I'll go grocery shpping later today," Reid said. Morgan didn't answer but Reid knew he ws tired and mostly likely lost in his own thoughts. Forty-five minutes later the two men were ensconced in Morgan's kitchen eating soup and sandwiche. Reid had noted that there was very little in the kitchen.

"That was good, I think 'm going to lay down fo a bit," Morgan said dully.

"Sounds good, I'll be in here if you need anything," Reid reminded him.

"Thanks, I should be fine in the sweatpants and t-shirt for now. I may need your help later," the older man admitted embarrassed.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed, Derek. Everyone needs help every now and then," the genius assured. Notcing the strange look on his friend's face, Reid frowned. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you called me Derek," the older agent explained. Reid sared at him in bewilderment.

"So?" he asked. He could feel the blush creep on to his cheeks. He usually called the other man Derek in his dreams, but so far he'd managed not to out loud. Until now, that is, the young man reflected.

"It's just that youusually call me Morgan. I like it when you call me Derek," the Chicago native admitted softly.

"Well then, I'll have to remember that. Now getto bed, I'll wake you for dinner if you're not up before then," Reid promised.

"Okay, night, Reid."

"Night, Derek, call me if you need me," Reid repeated. Giving a quick nod the recovering man walked slowly down the hall and climbed into bed careful of his injuries. The moment he was sure Reid was cleaning up from lunch he let the sobs he'd been holding back come. His body shook and he tried to suppress the sound. He did that for about half an hour before finally crying himself to sleep, wishing all this would be over soon.

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