Hi guys…*guilty face* I am SO sorry this chapter took as long asit did uni started and things got kind of crazy so there it is my lame excuse but it's true. Thank you for all the love and reviews and reads and alerts =) you are WONDERFUL! The next part will hopefully not take as long but like I said I'm in school so I make no promises. Hope you like it, I'm a little unsure about this chapter…
Chapter 10
"What do you mean yes?" Hotch tears his eyes from the ambulance as they finish loading Reid in and sets his deadly gaze on Prentiss. If she didn't know him so well she wouldn't be able to spot the fear behind his intensity. As it is, she thinks it's best to just get it over with.
"Hotch, Reid's been getting these headaches. He went to get them checked out and the doctors, well they said it's a brain tumor." She looks fully at the emt as she says the last bit. "They can't operate, so they told him he only has around 4 months." The emt's face softens.
"We'll send it to the hospital in our report so they know when we get there. "
When she looks at him, Hotch's looks shocked, like he's been hit by a train or something. "Why didn't he tell us?"
"He just found out, I guess he needed some time."
"We're ready to go." One of the emts calls from inside the back of the ambulance. "Either of you riding with us?"
Prentiss looks at Hotch.
"Go on, we'll meet you there." She nods and climbs into the back then calls out to Hotch who has started to turn away.
"Promise you won't tell the others? Reid needs to be the one to do it." Hotch stops for a second then nods as the doors to the ambulance swing shut blocking out the world.
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The ride to the hospital is, thankfully, uneventful but that doesn't stop Prentiss from feeling anxious and sick in the pit of her stomach. She keeps thinking Reid's going to open his eyes, smile at her, and say gotcha.
It won't happen, but she desperately wants it to. She's feeling nerves start to creep up on her more and more the longer his eyes stay closed and she has to force herself not to argue when they wheel him into the hospital and tell her to stay back.
She met the team in the waiting room but she can't calm down enough to sit so instead she paces. She tries to focus on the bad cup of coffee Morgan hands her, the sun streaming through the window, even the worry on her teammates faces. Anything but Hotch and the barely controlled panic in his eyes. Rather than being his usual unbreakable self he's split off from everyone and found himself a hard chair in the far corner of the waiting room.
She knows the fact that he can't help Reid is killing him. She wants to tell him she gets it, that it's easy to stay in control when you can make a difference but when something is out of your control all you want to do is hit something. To scream at the world till the rules change. She wants him to know how much she's thought about it, lying awake the last few nights. How a world without their slightly autistic, troubled, danger magnet of a genius doesn't make sense. Like someone suddenly proved the world is indeed flat rather than round (Reid would be the first one to debunk that, wouldn't he). She wants to go over to him, but before she can a tall young man in scrubs appears at the door.
"Mr. Reid?"
"Dr. Reid." Prentiss and Hotch correct at the same time, the latter hurrying closer from across the room.
"How is he?" Hotch's façade of control is back, even if it's a little shakey.
"He still hasn't woken so we're going to run an mri just to make sure there hasn't been any serious brain damage."
"Brain damage." Garcia squeaks.
"Yes, your friend had a seisure caused by the blockage of one or more bloodvessels in the brain temporarily cutting off blood flow which means–"
"I know what it means!" Garcia snapped, surprising everyone with the anger in her voice. "Is he going to be alright?"
"That's what we're trying to find oout mamn."The nurse turns even more serious. "He should be fine this time, but if the tumor's as bad as your friend," He gestures to Prentiss, "described chances are the seizures will get more frequent and more severe. Each time will take longer to recover, and his body and brain can only withstand so much–"
Shit. Emily feels panic rise in the pit of her stomach. This isn't how it's supposed happen, this isn't the way they're supposed to find out. She can't be the one to tell them, she can't.
"Tumor?" Morgan's face is white. "What the hell are you talking about? Reid doesn't have any tumor, he's fine!"
But she's going to have to be, because otherwise all hell is gonna break loose.
A buzzer goes off in the man's pocket and and he pulls out a small electronic device reading what's on the screen . He shoots Prentiss a sypathetic look. "I'm very sorry but I've just been paged it's an emergecy and I have to go." Without waiting for a response he turns on his heels and hurries out of the room. Rossi, Morgan, and Seaver turn to her their faces questioning while Hotch does the opposite and turns away.
He's distancing himself from the situation, the profiler in her says as it kicks in.
"Prentiss what's going on? Is Reid alright?" Rossi's voice is even, controlled. Somewherre in her it breaks a wall she didn't think anyone could touch.
They have to know.
"I'll tell you everything."
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