A/N: DUDES, I AM SO SORRY! I have to confess I totally forgot about this story because stuff's been going on in my life... I know that's not a good excuse. But anyways, here's your chapter for today. Hope you like it!
The next day they were back on the tour bus. Rossi, Hotch, and Emily sat down at the small table. Morgan and Spencer sat on the couch.
"Are you feeling better?" Spencer asked quietly, not looking up at Morgan.
Morgan nodded, and then realized that was not sufficient because Spencer was not looking at him. "Yeah, I'm feeling better." But to be honest he was still feeling terrible, both that Spencer knew his secret and from knowing what had happened to Spencer as a kid.
"I'm not," Spencer said. "I want to go home."
"Well, the tour is only four more months," Morgan said, but he knew that was weak. Four months was a long time to be away from home.
"They probably won't let me go home then either," Spencer said. He still wasn't looking up. He was playing with his hands nervously.
"What's so bad about being here?" Morgan asked.
"Everything," Spencer said and he leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes.
Well that hurt Morgan. Didn't he matter at all to Spencer? Or was he just part of the big everything that made Spencer so sad? Morgan didn't say anything back.
"I hate it here," Spencer said.
"It's not that bad," Morgan said.
Then Spencer was crying. "How can you say that? How can you tell me my life's okay after everything I told you?"
"Spencer, that's not what I meant."
But Spencer ran into the washroom and locked himself in there for the rest of the trip.
By the time the band was on stage, Roxie was wasted. On stage, Morgan didn't think of him as Spencer, but Roxie because he was different. He was angry and loud and not anything like the quiet timid man Morgan thought of as a friend.
Morgan could barely see Roxie, but he heard him loud and clear singing, "Waiting for something to change, laying in my own waste..."
Then Emily was playing a killer guitar solo. And Roxie had climbed onto an amp. He held his arms up and the crowd roared. Then he was jumping.
No, he was falling. Face first. Morgan dropped his drumsticks as he watched Spencer fall and catch himself with one hand. For a couple seconds, the rest of the band kept playing, but when Emily saw Morgan run to Spencer, she dropped her guitar and ran over.
"I'm fine," Spencer said.
"Let me see your wrist," Morgan said.
Spencer held it up, wincing. Morgan could tell it was definitely broken.
Morgan pulled Spencer up by his good hand and led him off stage. Hotch and Emily soon followed. Everyone started booing. They wanted to see a show. They didn't care if Spencer was hurt.
A medic came up to them backstage and examined Spencer's arm. "It's broken, we'll have to get you to the hospital."
