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It felt like someone had placed several cement blocks on top of his lungs, making it hard to pull in deep breaths. He could feel the tickle of cold air inside of his nostrils and knew that he was getting some extra help breathing. He wanted to open his eyes, but it was like someone had clamped them shut.

"Hey sweet cheeks." Morgan hadn't realized his hands were balled up in fists, but he felt his hands relaxing as a familiar voice broke through his solo thoughts. "You're okay. You are in the hospital in Seattle. You're okay." Finally, Morgan was able to crack his eyes open. He opened his mouth to talk, but a slightly blurry Garcia shook her head. "Don't try to talk."

"Hi Agent Morgan." Morgan turned his head to see a man clad in a white lab coat. He had never seen the man before but assumed he wasn't a criminal, given Garcia's relaxed state and the stethoscope around his neck. "I'm Dr. Halstead. I helped administer the cure to you. You're going to be okay." Morgan nodded his head slowly, trying to get a better grasp of his surroundings. He slowly held up one hand like he was holding a drink, trying to ask for some water. "We'll get you some water. You have been asleep for a while." Morgan was still trying to put the story of how he got here in order. "I am going to listen to your chest a little bit." After a few minutes, Dr. Halstead seemed satisfied and started to write down some notes in his chart.

"Here honey." Garcia held up a cup with a straw. "Just a small sip, boo." She reminded him as Morgan started to sip the water. Morgan gave a small nod. The second that the cool liquid touched his lips, he had to stop himself from snatching the cup out of Garcia's hand and chugging the entire glass. It felt like it had been years since had had anything to drink.

"Thanks baby girl." Morgan's voice was gruff from lack of use and coughing, but it was the sweetest sound to Garcia's ears. She had to stop the tears of pure happiness from falling. She had been so scared that she might never hear that beautiful voice again.

"I was so scared." Garcia couldn't stop herself from carefully leaning over the bed and engulfing Morgan in a hug. She didn't want to make breathing any harder on him so she got up quickly. She kept beaming down at Morgan. He was still pale and Garcia had learned enough from looking at the monitors that the numbers still weren't perfect, but he was awake and talking.

"I'm too tough to let a little tuberculosis get me down." Morgan gave Garcia a smile. "How is everyone else?" He lifted his head off of pillow, but had to lay it back down quickly when the room started to spin.

"Hotch's woken up but the others are still out. They've all been given the cure." Garcia wasn't sure where to start, especially with the bad news. She thought that Morgan would rather hear the bad news first. "Reid and JJ are in the worst shape. They're on ventilators and not showing much sign of improvement. Emily is also on a ventilator. Rossi's still sleeping but his numbers are steady."

"That's good." Morgan couldn't stop from letting out a huge yawn. He had just woken up but it was like he had run fifteen back-to-back marathons with how exhausted he felt. Garcia grinned down at him as she gave Morgan another gentle hug. She wanted to throw her arms around him and never let him go but she knew that would just hurt him.

"Get your beauty sleep." She squeezed his IV free hand and moved away towards JJ's bed. She cringed every time she looked at JJ. There tubes coming from her mouth and out of her nose devastated Garcia. Garcia sat down next to her, looking up at the clock. There had been no change in her condition since they had administered the cure. The ventilator was doing one hundred percent of her breathing. The doctors tried to reassure Garcia that this was normal with JJ's severely compromised lung function.

"Hey Garcia." Detective Harsh greeted Garcia as he stepped into the isolation unit. He had grabbed a few hours of sleep in the small conference room. He'd been going non-stop for over three days and knew that if he didn't grab a few hours of shuteye, he'd collapse. He knew that he could get a few hours of sleep now that he had done his job. He had caught the bad guy. "How's everybody?"

"You just missed Morgan. He woke up. Hotch woke up a little bit ago. We're waiting on everyone else." Detective Harsh looked around the room. "They're going to be okay." Garcia had repeated that sentence more times than she could count. She just had to keep believing they would be okay. She had to keep telling herself that they would all wake up and be able to climb on the jet to go back home. She kept telling herself that everyone was going to be completely healthy and they'd be going back to their normal crime fighting lives.

"Ms. Garcia?" One of the doctors, Garcia had forgotten most of their names, stepped into the unit with a clipboard in her hands. Garcia stood up and walked a little closer to the doctor. "We've been carefully monitoring Agent Prentiss's vitals. We want to start slowly start decreasing the amount of sedation she's on. She's tried to take several breaths around the ventilator and that is excellent news."

"That's amazing news!" Garcia squealed in excitement as her face lit up with joy. She looked over at Emily and she could see that there did seem to be a little more color to Emily's face. "How long before she wakes up?" It was going to be such a relief to see Emily turning the corner.

"That will be up to Agent Prentiss. It can take several hours to several days." The doctor wished she had a solid answer for the woman in front of her but unfortunately, the human body could be fickle and created their own timelines. "We'll let you know if she shows any signs of waking up." They would slowly stop the drip that provided the medication that had kept Emily sleeping so her body could heal and allow her to wake. For some, the medication left their system fairly quickly and for others, the medication circulated slowly.

"Thank you." Garcia sat back down with JJ. She was trying not to be overly hopeful, since JJ and Reid were still in such serious condition, but she could see that her team was on the way to becoming healthy. She felt a rush of relief as she thought about Emily opening her eyes soon. "Do you hear that JJ? Emily's going to wake up soon. You will need to take a page from her book and start recovering."

"Hey, Garcia!" Detective Harsh exclaimed from the next room. "Look!" He pointed down at Rossi and Garcia felt her heart soar with joy when she realized his eyes were cracked. "Hey, Agent Rossi! You gave me such a scare before." He was so happy to see the agent's eyes open. He hadn't had much of a conversation with Rossi before he had collapsed, but he could tell that he was going to like him. Rossi slowly blinked a few times before his eyes fully opened.

"Hello Agent Rossi. I'm Dr. Snow. I've been treating you." The doctor introduced himself as he stepped into the room with Rossi. The entire group of doctors had been briefed on the FBI agents they were going to be treating but this was technically the first time they were meeting. Rossi nodded, not trusting himself to talk yet. He was still really groggy and knew that he was going to need more sleep before he felt normal. "I'd like to listen to your heart and the nurse is going to take your vitals." Rossi gave a short nod of approval. "I'm really happy with these numbers. How do you feel?"

"Like I drank my way through an entire liquor store." Rossi's voice was gruff but had his normal dry humor in it. "My head is pounding." He cleared his throat but it still felt like there was something in his throat, no matter how many times he tried, the lump lingered. "Something in my throat."

"We'll get you something for the headache. The lump in your throat is normal. It's residual from your coughing." The doctor scribbled a few notes in Rossi's chart. "The best thing you can do is rest. We're so happy to see you waking up. You have the cure circulating in your system and you will make a full recovery."

"Thanks." Rossi tried to keep his sentences short. He knew that he wasn't going to feel better tomorrow, but it was comforting to know that he would be better. The doctor came back quickly with a syringe with a clear liquid in it. Rossi knew that it would help take care of the headache. He did a quick inventory of the team members he could see. It made his stomach turn to see so many tubes coming from his team members. These were good people, who spent their life keeping others safe, and they'd been brought to death's door by some maniac that they thought they could trust.

"Why don't you try to get more sleep? That's the best thing for you now." Dr. Snow recommended as he pushed the medication into Rossi's IV. Rossi thought about it for a second and let his eyes close. He knew the doctor was right and his head felt like someone had let two bulldozers run rampant in his head. He fell back asleep knowing that the team was in the best hands possible.


"Reid? Reid!" Garcia screamed as she looked on in horror at the doctors swarming around Reid's bed. She sobbed as she watched them place the paddles on Reid's chest. The high pitched whine reverberated in the room. The whine that meant that Reid's heart wasn't working. Reid's chest arched off the bed as one of the doctors delivered the shock that would hopefully re-start the beating of Reid's chest. "Please don't do this!" Tears were pouring from Garcia's eyes as she watched Dr. Halstead resume compressions on Reid's chest. Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi started awake in horror to see the doctors frantically trying to force the life back into their friend and teammate.

"Try again!" Dr. Halstead grunted out as he pumped his fists down on Reid's chest. He wasn't going to let him give up without a fight. He knew this kid was brilliant and a genius and had saved thousands of lives. "Your story doesn't end here."

"Please Reid!" Garcia fell to her knees, unable to tear her eyes away from Reid's lifeless body. His arm flopped off the side of the bed from the force of the blows being delivered from the doctor who was doing everything in his power to bring Reid back. They prepared and delivered another shock to Reid's chest. "Oh thank God!" Garcia choked out, her head dropping to her chest in relief when the sounds of a steady beep filled the room. Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan all let out the breaths that they hadn't realized they were holding. They all couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that they were getting better while Reid was not improving.

"We're far from out of the woods, but we'll do everything we can." Dr. Halstead wiped the sweat from his brow as he gazed at the young agent in front of him. Dr. Reid was half of Dr. Halstead's age but had accomplished so many incredible feats. Dr. Reid had so much left to do and Dr. Halstead wasn't letting him go without a hell of a fight.