Seeing Prentiss on that white hospital bed was too much for Reid. One look her, and he felt as though he wanted to throw up. He pushed his way out of the room, barely muttering 'excuse me' before he was out of there
My fault.
No, that's not right… he didn't do this to Emily, he didn't, he wouldn't…
It was me. He thought bitterly to himself.
He shot out of the room and walked down the hallway. Of course, it wasn't long before Hotch had caught up to him.
"Reid…" Reid didn't stop walking. "Reid!" He grabbed Reid's shoulder, so Reid whirled around.
"Do you know anything about this?" he asked. Reid shook his head, lying with what he noticed was with ease.
Hotch inspected Reid's face. "If you need to take some time…" Reid ran hand through his hair. "I don't know, I just don't know right now Hotch. I'll… I'll call you." Hotch was quiet for a moment, but then nodded.
"Take all the time you need."
Reid nodded. "Um, I left my car…" he muttered. Suddenly, Morgan popped out of nowhere. "No problem, kid. Just drove it home, I'll give you a ride."
"Oh, um, thanks Morgan."
The ride home was silent, as was the simple smile and wave that Reid gave Morgan as he drove off. As soon as the car was gone, Reid ran up the stairs to him apartment and flung open door. The alarm didn't beep. He dialed Hotch.
"Reid?"
"Yeah, it's me. I think… I think I need to take a few days."
"Of course. All the time you need."
"Thanks Hotch."
"Don't worry Reid, Prentiss will pull through."
"I hope so."
When he hung up, he groaned.
"You Spencer Reid, are the worst person in the world." Reid said out loud to himself.
His mind was going a million miles a minute.
My fault, it was me… I almost killed Emily. I almost killed someone. It was my fault, my fault, all mine…
"Oh, Spencer, you almost killed Emily."
Reid whirled around. There was Scourge, by his bookshelf again.
"You… you did this! You gave her-."
"It was you, Spencer. You shouldn't have told her. You're lucky she's not dead.
"No… You're lying! It wasn't me!"
"Ah, but it was, Spencer. You caused the overdose."
Reid snapped. He practically jumped on top of Scourge, and slammed him with some ungodly strength into his book case. Books fell onto the floor in bunches.
"I swear to god, if you ever hurt anyone one of my friends again."
Scourge was wearing a black mask and a black hood, but even then, Reid could tell that he was smirking.
"Oh, I won't, Spencer. But you will." That's when he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could react, someone grabbed him from behind.
Reid's training took over. He brought his head back as hard as he could into his attacker's face. He heard a crack and a little groan, and he hoped it was his attacker's nose.
He had a death grip around Reid's neck, and threw him to the floor, onto his knees. Reid struggled to break free, and somehow managed to lose a shoe trying to kick his attacker in the groin.
Finally, his attacker held him in a head lock. Not hard enough to choke him to death, but still hard enough to hurt.
Scourge leaned down in front of Reid, holding a white cloth in his right hand.
"Oh, Spencer. Don't worry; I have friends on the other side." He pushed the cloth up to Reid's face. Reid needed air, so he had to breathe in the sickly sweet smell. He fought and struggled until it felt like all of his strength had left him. He started to see spots, and then, darkness.
And end. What do you think? Let me know.
Peace and Mist,
Rlb190