Birds
Who doesn't want to own Hotness? Sadly I own not Reid or CM.

"Morgan! Morgan! Get them off me! Get them off me!" Reid swats at the air.

Morgan leaps from the chair in their shared apartment,

"What? What is it?" Morgan stares at Reid who was hitting himself now; bruises forming quickly on his deathly pale skin.

"Get them off me Morgan." He cries out. "The birds, the birds are pecking me, get them off!"

Morgan grabs Reid's wrists.

"Babe, they're off. I got them all off...See?" Morgan swats the air. "See, they're gone."

Reid pants heavily, a shadow of his former self. They stopped the chemo a while ago, said there was nothing else they could do. Told Morgan to take him home and bring him in as needed.

"Morgan, I'm loosing my mind." Reid whimpers. "Why don't you let me go? Live your life." Reid moans.

"No. I made my choice. I love you Spence. Don't even joke about that. What do I have to do or say to make you believe me?" Morgan says as he carries him off to their bed.

"Morgan, why won't you listen to me? You have to..." Reid's mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"Spence? Spencer?" Morgan shakes him.

"Pstail mnph." Reid's eyes roll in the back of his head.

"Reid? Kid, come on, come back to me. Reid's body goes limp in his arms.

"Morgan scrambles for the phone on the side of the bed.

He punches in the numbers, hands violently shaking.

"Reid it's going to be alright." He kisses his forehead.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" A faceless operator asks.

For Morgan, his world's come crashing down.