The team:
"What do you mean?" Morgan was getting impatient now. Nobody was giving him a straight answer. "Where's Reid?"
Hotch was no longer trying to control his agent, but was now leaning on the front desk next to his agent with his eyebrows creased into a frown. His lips were set in a straight line as he listened to the receptionist talk.
"Again I'm very sorry!" she cried. She must have been new at the job because her face looked terrified. You didn't have to be a profiler to see that this young woman was going to burst into tears any minute now if help didn't come soon. "A doctor should be here any minute to answer any questions that you may have." Her voice was shaking. Morgan was surprised to find that it was irritating him to a point where he wanted to punch something. He wasn't like this. What had Reid done to him?
Hotch was looking down the corridor, watching the man in dark blue scrubs walking towards them. He was sure the doctor was coming to give them some news on Reid, so he stood up straight and took a step forward to greet the doctor who had just stopped in front of Morgan.
"Spencer Reid?" He asked the team. The whole team, now coming out of their frequently occurring thoughts of their fallen agent, gathered around Hotch and Morgan to hear what was happening. The doctor took in the agents standing around him and continued.
"I'm very sorry for the mix up. Mr Reid-" he didn't get to finish before an interruption came from the group of agents.
"Doctor Reid" Emily pointed out. "It's doctor Reid."
"Right…. Well….. Doctor Reid, has been taken to another hospital in the Las Vegas area. We were unable to perform his surgery in this hospital due to overcrowding so he was taken to Parkway urgent care. Someone should have called you as soon as it was clear he was being transported to another hospital and we will be looking into this." He had a sympathetic look on his face which just pissed Morgan off even more. He clenched his fists and stormed out of the hospital to call a cab.
After Hotch informed the doctor that if his agent died and they weren't there, he was going to 'sue their asses off' he and the rest of the team hurried of to the waiting cabs.
Reid:
Reid was just getting used to the fact that he wasn't going to escape the darkness that was surrounding him, when a bright light flashed in his vision.
It stung his eyes, forcing him to open them and raise his hand to cover the blinding light, but as soon as he tried to lift his arm, a pain shot through his shoulder and chest, making him whimper in pain.
The pain continued when Reid stopped moving and was getting overwhelming when he heard something quiet and distant. Voices.
He tried to block out the searing pain to concentrate on what the voices were saying, but it wasn't easy. The pain caused a loud ringing in his ears and made him whimper again in agony.
The voices began to get louder. What were they saying. He felt a hand touching his arm, sticking something into it which caused more pain. More pain. He didn't think it was possible.
Reid tried to open his eyes again, this time succeeding. He squinted up at the man in a white coat who was standing above him, putting an i.v into his arm. He must have pulled it out when he lifted his arm. The doctor looked at Reid and smiled, saying something that Reid could still not work out. He closed his eyes again, suddenly feeling the tiredness hit him, and drifted off into a sleep. He knew it was rude to sleep while the doctor was talking to him, but he didn't care. He was tired.
The team:
The team had been sitting in the hospital waiting room for an hour now. They had gone to the desk when they came in and confirmed that Reid was actually in this hospital. They were told to wait for the doctor to come out and talk to them. He must be in surgery.
A half hour later a doctor came striding towards them. He held out his hand to Rossi who had stood at the sight of the doctor and took a few steps forward.
"Spencer Reid?" he asked. The team were crowded around him looking hopeful and expectant. "We were able to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding. He won't be able to move for a few days but apart from that he was extremely lucky. He's going to be fine." With that he smiled and looked around at the agents who has simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Hotch was the first to speak.
"Can we see him?" His voice was hopeful.
The doctor slid his hands into his pockets and shook his head gently. " I'm sorry but he needs his rest. He's had a long day." Hotch nodded and thanked him. Turning around to face the team, Hotch prepared himself for a long wait.