Hey everyone, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know this is a bit shorter than yesterday's chapter but I'm a bit behind today because of my fridge deciding to freeze things solid. I'll answer some questions. The reason I can do so many stories, so often, is because for the last two years I have slept during the day and been awake at night and there isn't much to do at night so I focus on my writing. I'll give you all the update days so you can put them in your calendars. This fanfic gets updated everyday, my other fanfic Life behind the closed door gets updated every two days and is being updated tonight. My new fanfic which will start tomorrow (title still pending) will get updated every two days but not the same day as Life behind the closed door. You'll all get at least two updates a day for the next few weeks anyway. Enjoy and I'd love to hear from you all.

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Blake walked into the hospital room and found Reid sleeping peacefully in the bed, she came over to the bed and pulled the blanket further up so he didn't get cold, she had come to check on him while the rest of the team spoke with the families of all the victims. She gently lifted up his hospital gown at the shoulder and found a large bandage covering his shoulder and part of his chest. They were all still stumped on how Reid had obtained such a vicious cut.

Reid walked down the aisles of his old school library, smiling as he remembered all the books and how safe he had felt in this place. When he was younger, he saw this library of knowledge as a hub of safety. He turned the corner and stopped when he found a younger version of himself sitting on the library floor, surrounded with large, hardcover books, he knew this wasn't the same little version of himself that had helped him.

"Hello," he called out but his younger self didn't even look up.

"There you are," a voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw the Dark Sandman. "You're fascinating, Spencer Reid. I've never known a mind as powerful and resilient as this one. You can't run from me forever, in this world of dreams, I'm God."

"Who are you? What are you?"

"In your mind I believe I'm called the Dark Sandman, a name I rather like and may keep. I'm just as human as you but I was born with a very special gift, one that I like using."

"Why me?"

"It's strange, your mind is the easiest to enter but it's dangerous, the younger you almost crushed me beneath a bookshelf before running away."

"Whatever is happening, I'll tell you this," Reid smiled. "If you fear a bookshelf crushing you, it means you're just as susceptible to death as I am. I will wake up when that sedative wears off and you won't touch me then."

"You can't stay awake forever, Spencey."

"I can stay awake long enough to find you."

"You can't even see my face, how will you find me?"

"Trust me, I'll find you and I'll end this madness."

"You won't have that chance," the masked man chuckled. "You'll be dead during this slumber."

Reid blinked for a second and found the man in front of him, he managed to avoid the knife by jumping backwards but didn't manage to avoid the fist that flew into his face and broke his nose, he fell to the floor and tasted the blood as it trickled quickly to his lips. He rolled away as the dark Sandman suddenly brought down an axe, an axe that barely missed him. He kicked the man in the gut and ran towards a set of wooden doors. He ripped open the doors and then slammed them behind him. He turned the lock and then wedged a chair under the handles. He turned around and felt fear engulf him as he recognised his new surroundings, it was the football field where he had suffered as a twelve-year-old.

"No, please let me go!"

He looked over to another set of doors as they whipped open to show his twelve-year-old self being dragged into the football field. He shook his head and turned away from the scene in front of him. He could hear his younger self screaming for help.

Blake looked up from her magazine and gasped as she watched a fountain of blood pour from Reid's nose, she jumped up and pressed the call button. She looked at his nose and found that it looked awkward and under his eyes had started to bruise. A nurse rushed in and quickly grabbed some paper towels and gloves, she slipped on the gloves and looked to Blake. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, I was just reading the magazine and then I looked up and his nose was pouring blood," she explained.

"Help me sit him up," the nurse said. "We need to control where the blood goes."

"What is happening to him?" Blake asked.

"I don't know," the nurse answered honestly as she looked at the obviously broken nose.

Reid didn't dare look as he heard his younger self scream and beg at the football players to let him go, going deeper into his mind was bringing memories to the front of his mind that he didn't want to relive.

"Oh, I guess you weren't very popular," the dark Sandman laughed as he came down the stairs with crossbow. He brought it up and aimed it at Reid. "Now, you're dead.

Reid watched his finger pulled the trigger...

He gasped as he woke up in the hospital bed, two hands gripped him and tried to get him to focus, he looked to the side and saw Blake smiling gently at him. "Reid, it's okay. You're in the hospital."

He used his free hand to search his body and found no holes from the arrow that the Sandman had aimed at him. Bringing his hand up, he winced as he touched his nose and found it extremely sensitive to pain. "Ow!"

"It's broken," she explained as she moved his hand away from the bandage. "We don't know how though."

"Wait, why do I feel so alert? I feel full of energy."

"They injected something into your IV to help you wake up, they needed you awake so they can figure out the cause of your broken nose. Reid, I've been here for a while, no-one has come in and you were asleep when blood began pouring from your nose."

"Listen to me, Blake," he said, his voice sounding strange due to his nose. "Don't let me go back to sleep and don't let them give me any sedatives again."

"Why?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy," he sighed before brushing his hand through his hair.

"Tell me, Reid."

"The man who killed the others is after me, he's trying to kill me. He's the one who broke my nose and cut my shoulder, I don't have time to waste pretending this isn't happening. You have to believe me, if not, I'm dead. If I sleep, he'll come for me."

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