The hands on the clock slowly slipped by, taking a breath with each tick and tock. The 2nd morning of torture came around and Reid slowly stretched his long limbs as he yawned. They had been taking shifts at keeping a vigil at Penelope side. The only one who refused to leave for any more than 30 minutes was Morgan. They could barely make him leave for something to eat, let alone a proper sleep in a proper bed. They had to keep him calm if the nurses were in for too long.

Reid stared over to a sleeping Morgan whose head was resting awkwardly on Garcia arm. Even in sleep he looked exhausted. His eyes bloodshot around the edges with the deep tinge of purple. Worry lines creased his skin and some out of control stubble masked his face.

Sighing he turned his attention to the blonde who sadly remained unchanged. The machines continued to hum and whirl. Her chest slowly raising with each artificial surge of air. He felt helpless. All his knowledge and brains were of no use.

"Morning" came the gruff voice from the door as Rossi entered with 3 steaming mugs of liquid tar.

"No change" replied Reid even before the question was asked. He accepted the coffee while the spare one was placed at Morgan side.

"and" Rossi asked titling his head toward the sleeping boy.

"Still the same" Reid remarked staring at one of his best mates.

"Go home and rest" Rossi said taking Reid seat as he stood up.

Several hours later it was Emily turn to be the one saying hello and pleading for some positive news. And then it was JJ and finally Hotch. All the time Morgan remained there as silently as night, words and reasoning escaping him. Coherent words were lost, thoughts were all mashed together.

And still there was no change.