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Reid sat in his wheelchair, waiting in his mother's room. He felt more nervous than he had in a very long time. He knew he needed to come and see her. She deserved to know the truth about what had happened to him. Morgan was with him but had left for a while to give him some privacy with his mother. The cast was now off from his wrist but he couldn't lift anything too heavy yet with it. It was still weak and needed to gradually be strengthened. He stared out his mother's window and was happy with the fact that she'd been given a room with a view of the garden. It was a beautiful garden and he just wanted his mother to have a comfortable life.

The door opened and he looked to see his mother walk in with Dr Norman.

"Call if you need anything, Spencer," Dr Norman nodded before leaving the room. Reid watched his mother's eyes begin to wet and tear up.

"I'm okay, mom," he said gently. She stepped forward and brought her arms around him. He hugged her back and felt safe and loved in her arms. She came away, sitting on the chair opposite him.

"What did they do to you?"

"Did Dr Norman explain why I'm in this wheelchair?"

"He told me that you got attacked and that they damaged your spine. He explained that you would never walk again. Spencer, please tell me it isn't true."

"It's true," Spencer sighed before reaching over and taking her hand. He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand. "It's changed my life but I'm dealing with it, mom. My team, my friends, they are helping me adjust to a new way of living and they are also protecting me. The most important thing is that I'm still here. I'm alive. Besides, I never really had good balance."

"Does your father know?" she asked.

"Yeah, he knows," Reid said stoically, he tried to cover his rage at his father. He failed.

"Spencer, why did you say it like that? I've never heard you speak like that."

"Mom, I don't want to talk about dad."

"Did he have something to do with this?" she said, fury slowly edging into her voice. Reid knew his mother could tell when he was lying or trying to hide something. He remembered her words all too well from the Riley Jenkins case. A mother knows. "Spencer, don't lie to me about anything. I don't like it when you keep secrets from me. You kept so many when you were younger."

"Dad had a lot to do with this," Reid sighed gently as he clenched his good hand into a fist. "The men who attacked me and beat me got sent from a loan shark that dad had borrowed money from. He said things got out of control. He still owed them money and they used me to send him a message. I lost the ability to walk and I almost lost my life. I was in a medical coma for three weeks. I look a lot better than I did."

"Why did you need to go into a medical coma?" she said as she stroked some hair out of his face.

"My heart couldn't handle the stress of the pain my body was in. I didn't wake up for three weeks because it wasn't safe till then. I don't want you to focus on the bad things that happened. I'm not speaking to dad and I have a restraining order out on him. I don't want him to come near me. His mistake put me in this chair and he needs to learn that you can only make so many mistakes. He's done nothing but make mistakes in my life. He left us, he didn't support you or me after he left and we struggled. Mom, he's never been a father."

"He was once," she said. "I remember the day you were born. He held you in his arms and I'd never seen him smile like he did that day. He does love you, Spencer."

"Fathers who love their children, don't leave them," Reid snapped before realising what he'd done. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay, Spencer."

"Mom, he left us and you were right about what he was on the day that he left. He's weak and he doesn't deserve us. I know I put you in here when I was eighteen and I feel guilt over that every time I write a letter to you. I just couldn't help you on my own any longer. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was weak back then. Dad won't even admit that he is weak. He wants forgiveness and I'm not giving it to him. I have a godson who cried when he found out I got hurt. No-one, who makes my godson cry, has any right for forgiveness."

"Calm down, sweetheart," his mother said gently as she looked into his brown eyes. "You're such a wonderful son and I don't like it when you're angry. You've never been weak in my eyes. I don't have many good days. I'm getting older and my mind is getting weaker. I know that. You did the right thing putting me in here. It gave you a chance to live a life and I'm so proud of you for what you chose to do. You've saved so many lives. I can't forgive your father for what he's done to you but I want you to try to not focus on him. He makes you angry and it isn't healthy for you to get angry. I know that you can adapt to being in a wheelchair. I don't ever want you to think that you can't live a full and happy life."

"I plan to live a full and happy life. My team are helping me get better. I just needed to see you. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Diana smiled. "I don't see you as often as I want to. I'm usually not this able lately."

"Mom, I'm going to speak with Dr Norman about you getting some new medication."

"No, Spencer. It's too expensive and I won't burden you more than I do."

Reid looked at his mother and held her hand. "You don't burden me. I can handle the extra cost. I lost dad but that was due to his own arrogance and stupidity. I don't want to lose you to your illness. I need more time with my mother."

"I wanted to give you a good life," Diana cried. "My stupid mind got in the way and you got forced to look after me. I wasn't a good mother."

Wheeling forward, he brought his arms around her and hugged her. "Mom, you did give me a good life. You made me the man I am today. You're a great mother and I've never thought different. I don't want you to ever say that again."

"I love you, Spencer. I don't know what I did to deserve a son like you."

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