Reid:
Reid lay there on the floor of his hotel room, staring straight ahead of him. It was unbelievable the amount of pain he felt whenever he moved even the tiniest bit, so he was trying to stay as still as possible.
He only had to endure a few seconds of agonising pain before his vision started to blur and his head become foggy. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Ethan, kneeling in front of him. Reid caught his eye.
He knew that Ethan wasn't planning on sticking around by the look in his eye, but he tried pleading with him anyway. No words would come from his mouth, so all he could do was focus all of his feelings in his eyes.
The act seemed to go unnoticed, because Ethan looked away and stood up, wiping his hands on his legs.
Reid's mind went completely blank as he began to slowly fall into unconsciousness. He wasn't awake when the paramedics came, but he knew before he even passed out that the shot was bad. It had hit him on the left side of his torso, quite high up which meant that it could have hit any of the major arteries.
He also took in the massive amount of blood that was pooling underneath his body, and began to wish that he had spoken to his mother recently. He was going to die and he hadn't even said goodbye or that he loves her.
With that, he resigned to the darkness and slipped completely into a deep state of unconscious.
The blackness that overwhelmed Reid was almost relaxing. It was nice to feel so at ease and comfortable for once. The stress that enveloped Reid almost every day, especially over the past couple of weeks, was getting too much to bear and the break that Reid needed had finally come.
It was like he was lying on his back in a calm sea, just effortlessly floating there without a care and letting his mind let go of all the information that plagued it, but almost immediately after the calmness had spread over him, a tidal wave of agony and discomfort pushed him into reality.
He began to remember the pain that was coursing through his body, the bullet that was lodged somewhere in his torso and the realisation that the person that he thought he could trust with his life had left him on the floor of his hotel room in a pool of blood.
Dying.
It was more than Reid wanted to take.
He blacked out again, welcoming the darkness once more and hoping that he would end up floating in his sea of calmness. But no such luck. This time he was just stuck In the blackness, curled into a ball with the agony still battling with his vocal chords.
He couldn't scream or call out, it was a sign of weakness and Reid had to be strong. He had to be strong for Jessica! But wait. No what if he was dead! Is this death? He didn't want to believe it, he needed to fight back. He needed to get out of the darkness, he needed to save Jess but no matter how hard he fought to wake up, the darkness just kept pulling him back, tightening its grip with every effort that Reid made. This was a nightmare.
The team:
As soon as the plane landed, the team was off it like a shot and into the cars that Hotch had rented to bring them to the hospital. Like the journey to the airport, none of them said a word.
They were once again deep in their thoughts. Reid was really messing up their heads, but they loved him, each in a different way but they all loved him equally. The two cars that contained the F.B.I agents sped away from the airport as fast as they could on orders from Hotch, but the whole team had the nagging suspicion that even at the speed they were going, they weren't going to make it to their beloved genius on time.
The journey seemed to drag on forever, and Morgan couldn't take it.
"Excuse me? How far away is the hospital from here?" Morgan asked the driver a little impatiently, wanting the answer to be a good one. Maybe 'a couple of minutes away' or 'were here!'.
"Just around this corner Lad" the driver replied cheerfully, receiving a sigh of relief from morgan in return.
The car trundled on, reaching the hospital in a matter of seconds and sending an anxious Morgan flying out on to the street in-front of the hospital. He jogged through the crowds of people into the lobby of the hospital, followed closely by the team, and stopped at the front desk.
"Reid! Spencer Reid we need to know if he's okay! Please!" Morgan frantically spat out, partly dreading the woman opening her mouth. He wouldn't be able to take it if the woman told him that his best friend was dead.
He could feel the team behind him and he knew that they were just as nervous as he was, he wasn't alone in his anger and fear, but somehow this just made him feel worse. He hated that his family was in so much pain.
The woman at the front desk had briefly glanced up at Morgan before returning her gaze to her screen and typing at a pace that was soon going to make Morgan go crazy.
With a quick swipe of his hand to his belt, he whipped out his credentials and shoved them into her line of vision.
"I would really appreciate it if you could speed it up" he knew that was rude, and obviously Hotch thought the same as he felt Hotch grab his shoulder, but he didn't really care. He needed to know.
The receptionist's eyes widened when she saw the F.B.I badge, and ducking her head down so that it was within a couple of centimetres to the keyboard, she began to type at a more reasonable speed. A few seconds passed before she hesitantly looked up at the group of F.B.I agents.
"I'm very sorry" she whispered.