Disclaimer: see first chapter.
But now I have no
Confidence It all seems jumbled in my mind
But that's why I'm
Thinking of the times I had
Wondering If I will ever again
- Downface
When I'm referred to as a kid, I can never fully bring myself to be annoyed. I have no idea why, but I never can. Maybe it's because I know it's a term of endearment? Maybe I just like the attention? No, that's not it. I don't crave attention. I usually get it more often than desired anyway.
So why is it? Maybe now, with the severity of the situation, I shouldn't be thinking about things like this. My mind darts to and fro, reliving the past in quick intervals only lasting a second or two. All the times I had been referred to as "kid" or "pretty boy" echoed through my mind, but the memories only brought amusement and a sense of belonging.
Am I really going to die here? I don't want to. I want to hear Morgan mock me, I want to see Garcia's endearing smile. I want to see Hotchner attempt to grin when one of us tells a stupid joke. I want to see all of that again. I know they're worried, but hearing them panic only makes it worse.
I hear Morgan's concerned tone over the phone. "C'mon kid. The Reid I know wouldn't give up like this."
Oh? Glad to hear it. Something clicks in my head, and I smile. Even as I cough, my lungs burning and my hands shaking, I smile.