A/N: So I'm going off to school tomorrow and I'm going to be honest, it might be four days until my next update. I'm going to do my very best to ensure that's not the case but I can't guarantee anything. Tonight I'm going to write the next two chapters so one night I will only have to update and not write the story too.
"Reid?" Garcia hopefully waited for an answer, "Reid? Oh no. No. No No."
Garcia spun around in her chair and raced out of the office. As she ran down the hall she began to dial Derek's number. She didn't know where she was running to but she just couldn't imagine sitting still while Reid was in trouble.
"Pick up."
Ring.
"Pick up."
Ring.
"Oh, come on. Pick up."
Ring.
"Please, please, please. Pick up." Ri—
"Hey Baby Girl, what's up?" Morgan casually answered his phone.
"Thank goodness. I was afraid you wouldn't answer." He could hear the panic in her voice and instantly became concerned. He could count, on one hand, the number of times he had heard this amount of fear in her voice. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
"Garcia, what's going on?" He asked afraid of the answer.
"It's Reid. He's not okay. I think he's sick, real sick." Before Garcia even had time to finish her sentence Derek had hung up the phone and started at a dead sprint for the elevator.
"Come on." He said pressing the fifth floor button repeatedly. The doors closed and the old elevator began its slow ascent upwards. "Can't this go faster?"
He pressed the button over and over again. It wasn't doing anything but the motion got his mind off of the fact that Reid wasn't well. He slammed his muscular hand into the wall as he tried to fight back a wave of emotion. It was always Reid. He was the one who got hurt, beaten, kidnapped and sick. Derek would gladly trade place for the sake of saving the boy. After a seemingly eternity later the doors finally pushed themselves open.
"Reid?" he shouted as he banged on the door. There was no answer. "Shit. Reid?"
He looked at the door, it was only wooden. He could easily break it down. If that's what it took to help Reid, he would do it. Derek backed up against the wall across the hall, he needed room for his leg to kick.
"Morgan?" A voice called from down the hall, "What's going on, I was about to head down and I heard you calling for Reid. Is everything okay?"
"Hotch, do you have a key?" The man nodded pulling out a plastic card. "What's going on?"
"Garcia called me and told me Reid wasn't okay. I didn't ask questions, I just ran up here."
Aaron nodded as he inserted the card into the door and quickly removed it. A green light flashed and the two older men entered the room. Lying face down on the floor was Spencer Reid. Aaron paled and felt like he could be sick. The boy looked dead.
"Reid!" Morgan ran to his side and flipped him over. He grabbed Reid's right wrist and was ecstatic when he felt the blood rushing underneath his touch. That wasn't the only thing he could feel, Spencer's skin was scorching, "There's a pulse, he's alive. Hotch, he's burning up."
"Come on Kid, wake up." He gently tapped the sides of Reid's face and watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Aaron and Derek felt themselves relax instantly as Spencer began to move into a sitting position.
"Take it easy Reid." Hotch said as he bent down and placed a hand on the young boy's shoulder.
"It hurts." He mumbled throwing his head back.
"What hurts?" Morgan asked. The boy was clearly out of it, he was fading in and out of consciousness, "Reid, what hurts?"
"Morgan, look." Derek followed Hotch's gaze and saw what he was talking about. The area around Reid's left wrist was swollen. It also appeared that his hand was crooked. Morgan softly touched it and noticed that it was tender to the touch.
"Stop!" Reid shouted when Derek applied pressure. He swatted at his hand.
"Did you break your wrist?" Aaron asked.
"I don't know." Reid mumbled with his eyes close, "It would make sense. I fell down and put my hand out. It's basic knowledge that you should never try to catch yourself when you fall but I wasn't thinking at the time."
"We're going to need to take you to a hospital, okay?" Aaron questioned although it wasn't really datable.
"Rhetorical questions always bother me. They just contradict the definition of question. Also people don't realize what rhetorical actually means. When someone says that they just asked a rhetorical question they are literally saying that they just asked you a pompous question." Morgan smiled that Reid was conscious enough to talk about facts and random musings. Spencer grimaced as he tried to push himself up off the ground. "It really hurts." He admitted.
"I know Pretty Boy, but everything will work out." Morgan said soothingly and ran a hand through the boy's hair. "Besides the injury how are you feeling? There was a reason you passed out in the first place."
Reid contemplated how he should answer. They were going to the hospital now, the jig was up. He couldn't hide anything much longer.
"I feel bad. Awful. My head hurts, my throat burns and I'm feeling nauseas." If anyone else had said that Derek would have scooted away but with Reid he stayed perfectly still. After his dad had died he took over as man of the house. He took care of his mother and sisters whenever they got sick, he had plenty of practice.
"Alright, well the doctors can diagnose you when we get to the hospital. Come on." Aaron and Morgan both helped the boy stand. He was week on his feet and relied heavily on the two men for walking support.
"Wait," Reid said. Derek turned and watched Spencer's face turn a faint shade of green. Without saying anything else they rushed the boy into the bathroom. Spencer fell to his knees and began to gag. Aaron began to rub his back; it was what he did with Jack whenever he got sick. Reid had silent tears streaming from his eyes. He was in pain and he was embarrassed. Once finished Reid pushed himself back and sat on the floor for a few seconds to try and calm down. He put his hands in his head and closed his eyes.
"Have you been eating red Jell-O?" Morgan questioned.
"No, I can't stomach anything, why?" Reid looked up and was greeted by two concerned faces. He looked into the toilet bowl and saw what they were staring at. Blood.
A/N: Review please. : ) I'll do my best to update.
