When Reid woke up the next morning, he felt aweful. 'Probably withdrawal, I can do this, I know I can'. Reid thought as he walked to the dining room, where Gideon was with breakfast being made and a full pot of coffee. "Hi Spencer... you don't look too well." Gideon placed a hand on Reid's forehead.
"I don't feel too well either. I can do this though." Reid reached for a coffee mug and poured a cup of coffee. Reid sat down at the table after grabbing two plates and forks for breakfast. Gideon made pancakes with cinnammon in them for breakfast. Reid knew it wouldn't do good to argue about not wanting to eat so he didn't.
"Wow, you don't feel good, but you're eating." Gideon was surprised to see Reid done with his food before Gideon.
"Well, either way I'm going to have to eat. No use to argue." Reid put his plate in the sink and rinsed it off.
"I'm glad you're eating though." Gideon did the same and put his plate in the sink.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to go take a shower." Reid hurried to his bedroom. He didn't like lying to Gideon, but he couldn't go without his vials. He grabbed his cell phone and pressed speed dial #1, his drug dealer.
"Hello?" A low voice at the end of the line answered. "Ahhh, the famous Dr., Spencer, how are ya? I thought you quit. Same as usual? Dilaudid?"
"Uh hi yes. You read my mind and I'm supposed to be able to read other's minds wierd ain't it?" Reid answered quietly.
"I guess it is rather ironic. So same, dropoff in an hour, adress?"
"No, no no. My colleague is making me live in his cabin and noone is supposed to be at his cabin. Drop it off half way down the trail at..." Reid was interupted.
"I know where you are. Don't worry. One hour, no later." The line went dead. He felt as if he was betraying Gideon. 'I should leave now, it'll take me 'bout half an hour to get half way down the trail. I'll just tell Gideon I'm going for a walk'. Reid thought and decided not to take a shower.
Reid walked back down the hall to the kitchen where Gideon was washing the dishes. "Hey Gideon, I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in a little bit." Gideon nodded.
"Just be back in half an hour." Reid's face went pale. He needed an hour, not half an hour.
'Oh well, he'll get over it'. Reid agreed and walked out the door, but he forgot his cell phone.
The dropboy was there ten minutes early. Once he got back to the cabin, he was sure Gideon was going to explode at him for being late, but he didn't. "Spencer, you're late. Nevermind that. Sit down for a minute." Reid sat down across from Gideon at the kitchen table. "Care to explain?" Gideon reached into his pocket and took out Reid's cell phone. Reid's face went pale.
"What do you mean? It's just my cell phone." Gideon pressed a couple of buttons showing his phone log. Reid closed his eyes trying to fight the tears trying to escape from his eyelids.
"Just be honest with me. I know you bought them. Please make the right choice, please give them to me. We can just put this all past us." Gideon put his hand out. "Please."
"I'm sorry Gideon." Reid wiped away the tears that escaped and ran to his room. Gideon sighed and closed his eyes too, fighting tears. He walked to Reid's room after about ten minutes and tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Spencer, open the door... Spencer... Reid! Open the damned door, now!" Gideon kicked the door open and noticed he wasn't there. His bathroom door was closed and locked too. Gideon kicked the bathroom door and Reid was lying on the floor... not breathing. "Spencer!" Gideon dialed 911 and started CPR. It only took the medics five minutes to reach his cabin.
"Sir, please move so we can begin work. What's his name?" One of the medics asked as they put an oxygen mask on his face to begin CPR.
"Spencer Reid... Dr. Spencer Reid." Gideon smiled recalling the young doctor coming to the BAU, barely an adult.
"Okay, do you know what caused him to OD?" The same medic asked while performing CPR.
"D-Dilaudid." Gideon choked on the word.
"Okay, that's good. That can be reversed with another drug." The medic said confidentally while focusing on the unconscious dr.
"Actually, get a GN tube over here. We're going to have to pump this out of his system while he's in the ambulance." Gideon watched in horror as they put a tube down Reid's throat in to his stomach. "Sir, will you be riding in the ambulance? We have enough room for one." Gideon nodded while tears were escaping his eyelids.
The medics succeeded to get Reid on a gurney and into the ambulance in no time at all, but for Gideon, it seemed like forever. He got in the ambulance and they drove off.
While the ambulance was swerving as easily and quickly around the curves of the bumpy road as it could, Gideon took out his cell phone. "I'll explain later, just get to the hospital." He hung up and looked at the unconscious dr. "Oh, Spencer..." Gideon sighed out the words.
It took only nearly ten minutes to approach the hospital, but to Gideon, when horrible, tragic things were happening, it seemed as slow as an action movie in an epic scene, slow, yet full of tears and action. And the smell of death approaching the near corpse that Reid's once happy soul used to posess. Now, death posessed it.
In the hospital, IVs were set up, along with wires hooking to a heart moniter. Once the IVs were settled underneath the dr.'s pale skin, and his heart stayed at a somewhat normal pace, the skin color started come back to its normal pale tone. Gideon was told that he should be waking up soon and could probably leave tomorrow around noon. "Can I see him? Just to make sure when he wakes up he can see a familiar face." Gideon reassured the unsure doctor eyeing Reid, then Gideon.
"I guess it would be alright. Just please do not disturb him." The doctor noticed Gideon's sadness and gave him a weak smile and patted him on the shoulder. "He's going to be fine, I'm 100 percent sure." The doctor walked off with one last smile smaller than the last.
Gideon stood staring in the same spot for minutes. He hesitantly opened the door to Reid's room. To his surprise, Reid was already somewhat awake. Gideon gave a weak smile and sat next to his bed and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. Reid stared in the same spot on the wall in front of him as if he were watching what was going on behind it.
"Spencer?" Reid turned his head slowly and weakly to the elder profiler. Gideon noticed he'd got Reid's attention. "I'm not angry with you, I am upset you did what you did though... I'm just happy you're alright." Gideon moved Reid's hair out of his face. Reid had fresh tear marks on his face.
"Gideon, I'm sorry." Reid started crying, which was starting to become normal to Gideon.
"Shhhhh, it's alright. Just take a small sip of your water." Gideon held a cup of water with a straw for Reid as he sipped.
Reid could talk clearly after hydrating his throat. "I'm sorry Gideon... I really am." Gideon nodded slowly at Reid.
"Just tell me the truth... was it an accident?" Gideon looked at Reid with the most serious look he could give.
A/N: wow... sorry so long for the update. I've been reading a lot of stories. And I'm kinda sad. I found out I'm bein held back for 8th grade. Damn!!!! My mom's prolly gonna take away my comp. I'll try to do all this updating at school during lunch and what not. Sorry, my fault.