I've been in this hospital officially for three days, one of which I was unconscious. I woke up rather early this morning, considering I'm actually a fan of sleeping in. I woke up at seven, watching the sun just barely rise above the treeline. It was a beautiful sight, and I find it hard to believe I don't enjoy these little things often. Well, I would find it hard to believe if I didn't have this work schedule. Well, lying in bed is where I am, listening to my iPod and watching the morning begin outside. Today I leave for home, and I can't wait to be out of this blasted place. Maybe I can stay with Aaron until I'm back on my feet. I don't exactly feel comfortable being alone right now, understandably.

I hear knocking at my door, and figure it's just a nurse coming to see my wounds. But, no, it's…Aaron. "Hello Reid. I just wanted to come see how you were doing." I smile, and notice his hands are behind his back but choose not to say anything right now, "I'm feeling much better, thank you." His face formed into a small smile, something which was once rare but now, at least in my case since the incident, has been an often occurrence. I wonder if I'm the one putting a smile on that face…

Hotch sits beside me on the bed and pulls from behind his back a bouquet of flowers, white roses and Lily Casa Blancas, my favorite flowers. Well, that was an unexpected surprise. Not to mention the white chocolate and peanut butter treats he gave me too. I love a sweet man, "A-Aaron..? This is such a sweet surprise. Thank you so much!" His cheeks tinted pink and he turned away so I wouldn't see, but I was shocked. "Garcia told me your favorite flowers; I was shopping for a 'get well'-esque present." I smiled and touched his hand, and he HELD my hand. It was the best feeling I've ever had in my life. But, I wasn't going to say anything. I just smiled and held his tighter.