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Rossi walk towards Reid's room, he couldn't sleep and decided to check on the youngest member of the team. He opened the door to the room to see Blake with Reid's doctor and a young nurse. He recognised the signs of worry on the doctor's face. The nurse was hanging a bag that connected to the IV in Reid's hand.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Spencer has kidney infection," Blake said. "There was blood in his urine."
Rossi walked to Blake's side and looked down at Reid's face. He felt strong concern for him. "Will he be okay?"
"I'm giving him some antibiotics through his IV. It's important that we fight the infection straight away. His body is still weak and vulnerable. I was hoping that we could stay clear of any infections. He is strong and the antibiotics should work rather quickly. His temperature needs to be monitored and will get checked by a nurse every hour. We have replaced his catheter. I'll be back soon. I have to attend to another patient. Please tell the nurses if you need anything."
The nurse gave them a small smile before following the doctor out of the room.
Rossi looked down at Reid and shook his head. "How much more does he have to go through?"
"He won't go through anything else," Blake said as she took a small wet cloth from the bedside table and wiped Reid's forehead. She paused when she saw Reid's eyes flutter open. He looked up to her and let out a small moan.
"I'm hot," he said quietly. Blake looked to Rossi. He stepped forward and smiled at Reid. Blake walked over to the sink and soaked the cloth in cold water.
"You have a fever but you should feel better soon. You have a kidney infection."
Blake walked back over and placed the cloth in his forehead. Reid let out a small happy gasp as he felt the cold on his skin. "Thank you."
"You'll feel better soon," she assured him.
"Where are they?" he asked. "Garcia and Morgan."
"They went home to get some sleep and have a shower. Hotch had to order them to go home, they didn't want to leave your side."
Blake looked down to her pocket as it began to vibrate. "I thought I turned it off."
Rossi took the cloth from her. "Go and answer it outside. Get some air. I got him."
"I'll be back soon," Blake smiled at Reid before leaving the room.
"I miss her," Reid said gently. "I can't stop thinking about the video. The one of her dying over and over. Rossi, why can't I make the pain disappear? Maeve talks to me in my dreams and she came to help when I got shot. I wanted to go with her. To stay with her."
"What does she talk to you about in your dreams?"
"In my dreams, she comforts me," Reid smiled. "It's different to my other dreams of her. We're in a park and we are playing with our son."
Rossi saw the pained look in Reid's eyes. Hearing that Reid was dreaming of a son he would never have with Maeve, it made him more protective of the young man than ever before.
"You really wanted everything with her, didn't you?"
Reid nodded his head slowly. "In my dreams, she is beautiful. Our son is beautiful. Diane took everything that I wanted. She took away the woman I loved and the future I could have had. I know I have you all, I know you are all my family. I sometimes want more. I want to come home and be greeted by a wife and by a child. All I get greeted with when I get home...is silence."
"Why don't you ever talk about this? It takes so much for you to talk."
"My problems are my own."
"They don't have to just be your own," Rossi said. "You see us as your family. Let us be one to you."
Hotch stared at Kyle through the blinds. He had travelled to the other hospital where Kyle was being kept. Morgan's beating had caused a fractured skull, multiple broken ribs as well as some internal bleeding. The man's face was swollen, bruised and horrible. Hotch couldn't help but feel proud of Morgan. In his eyes, Kyle deserved so much more pain.
He turned to guard. "Has he had any visitors?"
"No, but he has scared the nurses. He's been given sedatives but they aren't very effective."
"Any trouble?"
"He was violent towards a nurse, we had to handcuff both hands to the rails."
"I'm going in to speak with him," Hotch informed the guard.
"I'll keep an eye on you, sir."
Hotch nodded and walked into the room. Kyle smirked at him.
"Hello, Agent Hotchner. How is Derek?"
"He is fine," Hotch said stoically. "He's at Spencer's bedside comforting him. I came here to tell you that you won't get the death penalty. That would give you an easy way out. I'm going to make sure that you spend the rest of your life in a jail cell, rotting away.
"Spencer's alive?!" Kyle snapped angrily. "These cuffs won't help hold me forever. I'll get him, I'll get them both."
"You are never hurting them again," Hotch said calmly, he couldn't show any anger. Kyle would feed off that anger. "The only thing you are going to get, is a jail cell and a friendly bunk mate."
"He killed my father!" Kyle yelled. "Derek Morgan deserves to die."
"No, he doesn't. Your dad deserved to die after what he did to all those women. You deserve everything that is coming to you. Spencer is so much stronger than you. You didn't break him. Nothing could ever break him."
"This isn't over," Kyle snarled.
"Yes, it is. You can rot in hell."
Reid felt a finger stroking down his nose and between his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes to see Garcia smiling at him. "Good morning, sexy."
A small laugh escaped his lips at Garcia's greeting. He opened his eyes fully, he realised he felt a little better. He looked around the room and saw that Garcia had added her own flair to his hospital room. She lifted a small teddy bear and placed it under Reid's arm.
"I'm not a little boy."
"You will always be my baby boy," Garcia smiled. "I spoke with your doctor. Are you feeling better?"
"I don't feel so hot," Reid smiled gently. "Where is Morgan?"
"He'll be here in about half an hour. His mother called and he has also spoken with Jackie May, the only surviving victim of Kyle's father. I think it is good that she is talking to Morgan. He needs assurance about his actions back then. He did the right thing, we all know that. He knows that. He just needs to hear it from her."
Reid could see the dark bruise on her cheek. He had noticed it since he had woken up but didn't want to bring it up. He decided he needed to talk. "I'm sorry, Garcia."
Garcia looked at him with confusion. "Why are you sorry?"
"Kyle hit you when he put you in the bathroom. I should have stopped him."
"Oh Reid," Garcia smiled sadly. "This is nothing. I've had worse. Don't you dare apologise for this. You made him take you instead of me. He could have hurt me more than this but you protected me. He barely hit me. I bruise too easily."
"Garcia, he hit you hard. I can tell by the discolouration."
"He shot you," Garcia said tearfully. "Reid, I had to wash your blood off my hands a few days ago. When Morgan placed you on that gurney, you had no heartbeat. The doctors rushed you through the doors and we couldn't follow you. You have no idea how worried we were. You got rushed away from us and we had no idea if you would come back to us alive. You saved me when you took my place. When your heart stopped, I thought I was never going to see you again."
Reid pressed the up button on his remote control and the bed rose up slightly so he was sitting up.
"Come here," he said to her before he reached out and took her hand. Garcia sat on the bed and couldn't stop crying. He put his arms around her and held her. He didn't say anything to her. She needed to let out everything and he wanted to help her let it out.
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