Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. The next chapter is the last chapter so tomorrow's update is the last one for this story. I love writing this and I do have a shaky sequel planned if anyone's interested. Let me know if you would want a sequel. I'm sorry if I worried everyone by mentioning my MRI yesterday. It's just to double-check that I don't have any problems with my brain or spine as I have nerve trouble in my hands and legs which leads to my bad hands happening. I'm okay, nothing life threatening. Namira, this is for you in particular. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.
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Reid waited patiently as the doctor treated the cut to his leg and the bruising around his throat, he had some other bruising around his body but he knew that had come from being thrown to the ground by his darker self. The others had not asked him any questions yet and he was very relieved about that. Hotch had brought both Garcia and Reid to the hospital but Garcia didn't need any hospital treatment. He winced as the doctor continued to work on his leg and was happy when the numbing agent got applied to his leg.
"Now you shouldn't feel a thing," the young doctor smiled at him as she got ready to stitch the wound shut. He listened as Hotch reprimanded Garcia next door and felt horrible that he was responsible for her being told off by Hotch.
Hotch wasn't angry about Garcia breaking the rules and Reid knew that, he was angry at her for going into a situation that was dangerous and that might have cost herself her life. Reid smiled when he saw Garcia hug Hotch through the blinds.
"Will I be able to go after this?" he asked the doctor.
"Yes," she answered. "It seems you're not keen on hospitals. I'm comfortable with discharging with you but I will give you this advice. Get some rest, let your shoulder, nose and other injuries heal before trying to do anything strenuous."
"I just want to check on my friend."
"What is he in here for?" she asked.
"He got attacked by some dogs, he lost some blood and I just want to go and make sure he's okay."
Morgan still felt light-headed as he laid in the hospital bed, the pain in his arm and leg was now nothing but a dull ache due to the morphine drip they had given to him. Rossi was with him at his side but Blake had gone to check on Reid. The moment he had heard about Reid, he had finally let himself relax. His best friend was safe and now free from the murderous and unholy man who had tried to kill him. He would never forget seeing Reid hanging from the roof, gasping for air and struggling to stay alive. While Reid would probably be able to leave the hospital straight away, the doctors were forcing him to stay in for at least the next week due to severity of his injuries.
A knock came at the door, he grinned as he watched Garcia push Reid into the room in a wheelchair.
"Hey, Morgan," Reid smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Woozy and a little light-headed but I'm so damn happy to see you awake. Is it really over? What kept you from waking up?"
"Rossi, could you give us three a few minutes alone? I need to discuss some things with them."
"I've craved a coffee for the last ten minutes," Rossi nodded.
"I will not pester you with any profiling questions for a week if you bring one back for me," Reid said.
"Deal," Rossi chuckled. "I'll be back soon."
Reid looked back to Morgan as Garcia took a seat on the edge of the bed. "The one that grabbed your leg and punched you is the part of me that holds in all my evil and dark thoughts. He pursued me and tried to take control of me. I have some pretty good aspects of myself though."
"What do you mean?"
"Different parts of his personality guided him," Garcia jumped in to explain. "The happy part of himself, the lustful part of himself and other parts helped protect us and in the end, they fought for us and helped our main baby boy here lock away the evil part of himself. His lust counterpart needs to learn to keep his hands to himself though. He pinched my bottom, Morgan."
"What?" Morgan laughed gently. "Are you serious?"
"Let's leave all this for another time," Reid raised his hand. "That part merely represents the feelings all men have for women. Garcia is just my best friend. The Dark Sandman is dead and the dark part of me is now locked away for good. I can now sleep without fear of being hurt or killed."
"Baby girl," Morgan said. "We will be having discussions about you going inside Reid's head without back up."
"Hotch already reprimanded me. All of the team would have done the same. Turns out that he did need my help."
"She saved my life," Reid sighed before taking her hand.
"How?" Morgan wondered.
"No part of him could hurt me while I was in there, not even his dark self, they all wanted to protect me from anything that could hurt me."
"I could never hurt her, Morgan. She's never done anything against me and she has always been there for me. You will agree with me when I say that Garcia is one of the most innocent and wonderful people in the world."
"That she is," Morgan agreed.
Garcia got to her feet and kissed Reid's cheek. "Sweetie, I think you need to tell him what you told me. You know that he'll understand."
"Tell me what?"
Reid bit his lips before nodding and taking a shaky breath. "Can you give us some time alone, Garcia?"
"Of course I can."
Garcia left the room leaving them both alone.
"Kid, what do you need to tell me?"
"There were three doors inside my head. One contained Maeve but we changed that and turned it into a memory that could bring me happiness instead of pain. The second was Tobias and that when a bit awry with the arrival of my dark counterpart. I never showed you what was behind the third door. I didn't show Garcia, that door is staying closed in my head."
"Reid, just tell me what was behind the door."
"Before today, I had never told anyone what happened when I was sixteen. I was in college," Reid said, tears beginning to well in his eyes. "One of the professors offered to talk to me about some new chemistry papers coming out. I thought I could trust him but it turned out he didn't want me for my mind. We went out for some drinks, he drugged my soda and I accepted his offer to take me home. He pulled over the car and I was too weak to fight him when he pulled me into the backseat."
"No," Morgan shook his head as his own tears began to cloud his eyes. "No, not you, kid. You're innocent. Please say that he didn't do what I think he did."
"I knew what he was doing," Reid sniffed before wiping tears from his cheeks. "I couldn't stop him and it really hurt. I pleaded with him not to do it and then for him to stop. He put his hand over my mouth and continued till he finished. He left me in the backseat and took me home. I was still woozy and weakened from the drug so he dragged me to the porch of my house and dumped me there. When I crawled into the house, mom was asleep from taking her medication. I still had to go to his classes but I never said another word to him. He died three years ago of a heart attack."
"Kid, can you come here?" Morgan asked as he patted the edge of the bed. Reid carefully leaned on his good leg and limped to the edge of the bed. He sat on the bed and looked at Morgan.
"I'm so sorry you went through that. Why didn't you ever tell me before this?"
"Nothing can change what happened," Reid shook his head. "You went through worse than me and you never told any of us till you felt comfortable and till you were ready to face your demons. I wasn't ready to face my darkness till Garcia helped me too. It's one night that I just want to forget. Please don't look at me differently, I don't think I can handle that."
"I won't look at you differently, I promise. It just hurts knowing that you went through that type of pain at the hands of someone who you trusted, it hurts even more knowing that he got away with it too."
"I was too afraid to go to the police and if I had gone to them, they would have taken my mother away and put me in a foster home. It just seemed better to bury what happened."
"I'm going to be here for you, kid. Always know that you aren't alone."
"I know," he nodded. "Thanks, Morgan."
Garcia stopped Rossi from entering the room when she saw Morgan and Reid giving each other an awkward one-armed hug. "What's going on in there?" Rossi asked.
"Some old wounds being healed, just leave it at that," she said gently.
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