Spencer Reid lay on his stomach, unmoving. Half of his face lay on the hard ground; the other half was covered in blood. He lay amongst a large pile of rubble, one particularly big piece of concrete lay a few feet from him, where it had bounced after hitting the young doctor on the head. It was smeared with blood.
Dark smoke wafted silently into the room, creeping into his lungs, poisoning him. Distantly fire was burning ferociously, inching closer to the unconscious man. Occasionally bricks from the partially collapsed roof would break free, hitting the ground and churning up dust.
Slowly Reid began to return to consciousness; he blinked hard to clear grit from his eyes. For several minutes he couldn't even move, the pounding in his head was intense and overwhelming, it consumed his every thought. Without even realising what was happening he vomited on the ground next to him.
Slowly, he sat up, bringing his knees into his chest and holding his hands over his head, desperately trying to find some relief from the unrelenting pain in his head. He realised with a jolt of fear that his left hand that had been held next to his head felt warm and sticky, bringing it down to look at he saw that his hand was drenched in blood. He gently probed his head; his hair was clinging to his head where it had been soaked with blood. He tried to search his mind for information on how to treat a head wound but came up blank. He frowned, completely confused, he had an eidetic memory; he should know what to do. But his mind felt like a void, he couldn't focus on anything, he couldn't think, everything was just a massive confusing mess.
Reid looked around desperately. Where am I? What happened? He thought, looking for something familiar that would tell him where he was, but there was nothing. Slowly he got to his feet, his muscles aching in protest. Once on his feet a rush of nausea passed through him, causing him to double over and vomit again. His vision began to blur, and Reid thought he might pass out. He looked ahead of him, looking at the flecks of dust floating through the air, focusing completely on them, trying to remain on his feet. Gradually his vision returned to normal and he looked around the room he was in. It was quite large, with two entrances. There were piles of rubble littered across the room, and it was quite bright. Reid looked up, part of the ceiling had collapsed and the sun was shining into the room, illuminating the spaces in its reach, casting unreachable areas into dark shadow. Reid looked between the two doors, he had no idea which one he had entered from. At random he picked a door and made for the exit. His feet felt unsteady beneath him and he found that he was unable to walk strait, instead he stumbled all over the place.
His foot caught rock and the world spun around him. Seconds later Reid looked around, he was on the floor, unsure of how he had gotten there. He grabbed a brick that lay close to him and threw it as hard as he could, utterly frustrated. He felt betrayed by his body, it had completely given out. He tried to search his mind for answers to the situation he was in but again came up empty. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was deeply afraid, his mind had always been his greatest asset but now it was failing him.
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