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Reid felt scared as he got wheeled into the emergency room. Morgan's hand left his hand and his friend got forced to stay back.
"No!" Reid cried weakly as they started touching him. "D-Don't touch me. Morgan! Garcia! I need Garcia."
A small female nurse came above him and tried to help him. "It's okay, sweetie. Your friends can see you soon but we need stop all this bleeding and get you to surgery for your cuts."
Reid let out a small shriek. "No, no! Garcia protects me. I need her. I don't know you! I don't know you!"
"Sedate him," the doctor ordered. The nurse nodded and filled a syringe. Reid tried to get away from the syringe but couldn't as it got plunged into his arm. He laid against the bed and closed his eyes. Everything was took heavy to stay awake.
Rossi and Clyde were in another hospital. They had secured Michaels from the well and he'd been transported to another hospital for the wounds to his hands and leg. Rossi would've prefered to have left him to die back at that place. The last remains of William and Diana Reid were found but they were not recoverable. Clyde had actually turned away and vomited when he saw the bodies of Diana and William Reid. Ripped apart and fed to dogs. Knowing that Reid was not going to recover from what he had seen fully, he vowed to give Reid all the support he could.
Clyde walked back towards him. "He's in surgery. Good news, the doctors don't think he'll ever regain full function of his hand after their first assessment. Seems Spencer only just missed the artery in his leg."
"Son of a bitch," Rossi shook his head. "I hate this man. He deserves to die. I met Spencer's mother and father. The father wasn't the best one in the world but in his last moments he made it known he loved his son. Diana was a wonderful woman. She loved her son and she didn't deserve to die that way. Spencer will never get over this."
"I saw him in action when we were dealing with Doyle. When Emily went missing, he brought out strength I didn't even know was there. Maybe, he can find that part again."
"I hope so," Rossi sighed.
Reid couldn't stop the memories in his head. He didn't want to see this.
Michaels walked over to his father and ripped the duct tape off his mouth. "Dad, are you okay?" he said as he tried to get out of his cuffs. He strained against the padded cuffs. His mother looked so scared. "Mom, it's okay. I'm here. I'm going to get you out of here. I promise."
Kevin Michaels let out a sadistic laugh. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Spencer, are you okay?" William asked.
"I'm fine. Worry about mom," Reid said. He looked up to Michaels with pleading eyes. "Please, you can do what you want to me. Just let them go. They didn't do anything."
"We both know that is a lie!" he said angrily before storming over to Diana and striking her across the face.
"You son of a bitch. You leave her alone!" Reid screamed at him.
Michaels pulled out a knife and held it to Diana's face. "I'm going to do much worse than that."
Reid opened his eyes and found the team around his bed. Morgan, Hotch, Blake and JJ looked down at him. JJ put her hand to his chest and spoke to him gently. "Spence, calm down. It was only a nightmare. You need to stay calm."
"Where is Garcia?" Reid said, his voice slightly sluggish. "If you're here, she-she is alone."
Morgan stepped forward and smiled at Reid. "Hey, kid. It's okay. I have special permission from her. She wanted me to check on you to make sure you are okay. You are in the hospital and you've been asleep since yesterday. The doctors have done what they can to reduce the scarring on your face, arms and chest. You'll have some but you won't have them as severe as they would've been. Your arm also has pins inside it to keep the bone from healing wrong and has a big cast on it. You've had some blood transfusions and you have a lot of bruising."
Reid looked down to his arms and saw all the bandaging. He couldn't stop tears coming down his face.
"Are you in pain?" Hotch asked as he saw the tears. Reid shook his head gently.
"I l-lost the bear. I didn't m-mean to lose it. Garcia gave me the bear and I-I didn't take care of it. He-He poured b-blood on it and let his dogs rip it apart. Garcia is going to get angry w-with me."
Blake held his hand. "No, she won't. She isn't angry. It wasn't your fault, sweetheart. He took it from you."
JJ excused herself leaving Blake to comfort Reid. She returned a few minutes later with another bear, a knitted scarf was around its neck. JJ brought it to the bed. "I went to see Garcia and she sent me back down with this. She isn't angry and she wants you to have this. She knitted the little scarf herself."
Reid reached out his good hand and JJ gave him the bear. Reid held it tightly against himself and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he had fallen asleep again.
"I think we should try to get Garcia and Reid in the same room," JJ said. "Garcia is restless up there not being able to see him."
"I think that is a good idea," Hotch agreed. He looked down at Reid and felt guilt for not protecting him enough.
He knew one thing. Michaels was going to pay with everything he had.
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