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~FANFICTION~
It was a dark atmosphere in the waiting room. Even though they still had to finish off the case paperwork, none of the BAU left the hospital, only periodically leaving the waiting room for coffee or to go to the restroom. They were all torn with concern for their teammate and friend, lying unconscious in the next room. It was painful, Morgan mused, they all wanted to see him, but weren't allowed to. Hell they could hear his agonized moaning through the thin plaster walls, the beeping of the various machines a constant reminder of the fact that Reid was in danger.
Morgan sat on the sofa with his head cradled in his hands, his eyes closed. The other members of the team were also in similar positions, consumed by their own worry and anguish over the man. Or boy; Reid was the 'kid' of the team, the one that everyone felt paternal for at times. Or more frequently than at times, depending how one looked at it.
Emily's thoughts were filled with grief, her dark eyes scanning the room, strangely cold and empty without the kid. It was like when he had been infected with anthrax, lying in the bed helpless and dying as the virus took hold of him. That had been (undeniably) one of the scariest moments on the job. Well definitely top five material. And the job was already scary enough without personal attacks or drugs. Look what had happened to Strauss. She cast a sideways worried glance at Hotch, who's face was pale and stretched, gaunt with lack of sleep and stress. Dark circles ringed his hollow eyes, and the irises had no expression. Only black darkness, not quite human. She shuddered; it was scary to see her boss like this. Personally speaking Hotch was one of the most experienced men in the office, the strong stable one.
But maybe the job had taken a toll on him, and suddenly she wasn't so sure. His expression was ashen, and gaping, and it was scary to see her boss in such a catatonic state, blank and emotional. She wanted to say something, but didn't; tact had never been her strongest suit. So she settled for sitting silently, trying to block out the barrage of emotions coming at her.
[Meanwhile with Reid…]
Darkness.
Hazy blurs moving to and fro, an eerie dance in front of his eyes.
The soft yet loud beeping of the heart monitor.
The pain of the needle in his arm.
The needle.
A groan escaped his parted lips as his eyes cast down to a pale arm, a silver needle slid into the vein, sticking up against the bone. A piece of chalky colored surgical tape covered up the telltale shine, but not enough.
Reid squeezed his eyes shut blearily, the light burning to his delicate eyes, soft ringing in his ears as he turned his head. Dark circles were prominent on his bony cheeks, skinny figure even more emaciated than it previously was, bruises showing purple and blue from his ordeal in the bathrooms.
His eyes strayed around the room, taking in the medical equipment, the hiss of the oxygen cannula unnerving. He wasn't used to the sterile smell of the room, or the rough material of the hospital gown. He swallowed nervously, hating how dry his throat was.
Spencer Reid didn't like this at all.
And now the high had worn off, and the drugs the hospital had pumped into his system left him feeling horrible and groggy, with the migraine of a lifetime. Reid winced, looking around his room again. Some water would be nice, and maybe something for the headache he was having. And the needle too. That was...unnerving.
"Hello?" Reid called out groggily, rolling his eyes at how hoarse and weak his voice was. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Hello?"
But he could barely hear himself speak. Quieter than a whisper. Damn it.
I guess I'm waiting for people to notice I'm still alive, he mused darkly to himself.
The rest of the team were still seated in the waiting room, in various states of dishevelment. Morgan had his muscular arm around Garcia, murmuring soft calming words of comfort into the distressed female's ears. JJ had taken to a light doze, her head leaning back and lips slightly parted, still on one of the couches. Emily and Rossi were conversing quietly, whereas Hotch was silently staring at the wall. Typical.
None of them were expecting news so soon; they had truly thought that their youngest member would be under for a much longer period of time. The fact that he was awake was...phenomenal. And surprising.
"Calling for a Spencer William Reid?" One of the med students had walked into the door, a sheaf of files in his hand, a clipboard in another, an uneasy smile on his face as he looked around for a moment.
"Yes, that's us." Hotch affirmed, gesturing to the team, who had looked up. "Is he going to be alright?"
"Yeah, he looks like he'll be okay. He's just slipped out of consciousness, but that's normal. His blood pressure is getting higher, which is good since it was really low before." The med student informed the team, who were now listening intently, hanging on to every word that was spoken.
"He's currently on Naloxone, and an IV drip with saline currently." The med student continued. "His skin tone is going back to normal, meaning that his lips aren't blue anymore." He summarised.
"So the kid's gonna be fine," Morgan said, summing up everything the med student had said, whilst Rossi mouthed out the medical jargon. His muscular arm was still wrapped around Penelope's, holding the woman close, ignoring the bone crushing grip she had on his other hand.
"Yes it looks good for him. He's a very lucky man. He's asleep now, but when he wakes I'll inform you of his condition." The med student then inquired to see if anyone had any further questions before exiting, a buffeting gust of wind pushing Emily's hair back as the door created a draft.
Said woman released a breath that she didn't know she was holding in relief, her chest hitching as she scrabbled for more oxygen, unconsciously leaning into Rossi, who's arm was now around her shoulder in comfort. David Rossi would later say that this was to make the woman feel more comfortable, but in reality it was more about himself. He'd already lost several ex-wives, and Jason Gideon. The BAU didn't need to be losing anymore members. Not now. He held Emily like a lifeline.
Morgan and Garcia were curled together, Derek's smooth fingers stroking the analyst's hair as he murmured words of comfort, easily washing away her worries as she hugged him, both providing some sort of alleviation from the agony of the day's events. Penelope was strong, keeping Derek from falling into the abyss of depression, and self blame. His lifeline. The woman that prevented him from falling, the pain and anguish of the job. She prevented all that from happening to him, gave him some sunshine in his world of darkness.
Morgan couldn't help but think that if Reid had had someone like Penelope in his life, he would have something to keep him grounded. He was the least experienced of the elite unit; all of them had done a lot of service, whereas Reid was fresh. He wasn't as prepared as they were, for the harsh reality of the crimes, the manipulation and murder of the criminal industry. Reid had always been slight, but his smallness had never seemed to sink in until now. He was so good at analysing, and predicting movements from statistics. The job required one to protect others, sometimes to the extent of giving your life for another.
But what to do, when your enemy was yourself?
A tremulous breath shook the agent's chest as he pulled Garcia closer, eyes closed, burying his face in her hair, uncaring of the elaborate style. Emotion engulfed him.
Even though Reid was going to be okay physically, he didn't know how he would be mentally. He didn't know how to deal with this. Physical enemies, okay. But mental?
He was one of Reid's best friends, and more. He should know how to make him feel okay. But he felt like he would screw up.
"Derek…" Penelope whispered, eyes looking up. They were once lively, but now filled with worry and sorrow, the happiness gone, now replaced by blank worriness.
"Its okay, baby girl," Morgan murmured back to her, hands still cradling her form. "Pretty Boy's gonna be fine. The med student said. Don't worry." He reassured her, turning away his gaze so she wouldn't see the uneasy expression on his weatherbeaten face, deep set onyx eyes staring at the wall.
~FANFICTION~
This story is now officially OFF hiatus
