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Reid felt fingers being pressed against his neck. Checking for a pulse. The fingers pulled away, apparently satisfied with an answer to Reid's own question. Am I alive? He felt himself being rolled to his side slightly for a moment and then being rolled back onto his back. Checking to see if the bullet went all of the way through me.
Yes. The answer to his question was yes. The pain in his shoulder and leg told him that he was still very much alive. Maybe not for much longer though...
As he felt hands pressing hard onto his shoulder, he heard a loud groan of pain. It didn't take long for him to realize that the groan had escaped from his own lips. For a moment, he thought it was his father pressing onto his shoulder, trying to inflict more pain onto him, but he soon realized he could hear other things around him that wasn't his father. There was a voice. Voices. Urgent voices. Very, very urgent voices.
"Reid! REID!" Hotch... "Morgan, his leg!" Reid groaned again as he felt pressure on his thigh.
"Come on, kid, open your eyes for us." Morgan...
Reid struggled to obey the command of his friend. With much effort, he forced himself to open his eyes, and he saw the blurry figures Hotch and Morgan on either side of him. Hotch had his hands on the bullet hole in his shoulder, and Morgan had his on the knife wound in his leg.
As he blinked away the blurriness from his eyes, Reid saw the worried looks on their faces. Even Hotch, who never showed his emotions, looked worried. That can't be good.
"That's it, kid. Now keep them open for us. There's an ambulance on the way." Oh, good.
Reid felt dizzy. Dizzy and tired. Morgan must have noticed this.
"Stay with us, Reid."
"'m tired…" Reid managed to mumble.
"I know, kid, but I promise you can sleep later." Why not now? "Right now you need to stay awake."
Reid couldn't help as a tear slid down from his eye. He had desperately wanted to cry all morning, but he wouldn't let himself do it in front of his father. But now he didn't care anymore, and a few more tears fell from his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay, kid. You're going to be okay." I hope your right.
He knew they thought he was crying because he was scared. He wasn't scared, not anymore at least. He was crying because his father had almost killed him. My father!
"M-my dad," Reid said softly.
"He's gone, kid," Morgan told him. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."
Reid moved his head to the side and saw the still form of his father lying a few feet away from him.
"H-he was...the one...w-who...did this." It was becoming more difficult for Reid to talk. He realized his vision was starting to blur again, and it wasn't from the tears in his eyes.
"We know, Reid. What exactly happened?" Hotch asked.
Reid knew he was only asking in an effort to keep him talking and awake, but Reid didn't answer him. He couldn't. He didn't seem to have any control anymore as his eyelids began to close again. He heard Morgan and Hotch telling him to stay awake, to keep his eyes open. He wanted to listen, he tried hard to listen, but his body decided against him to welcome the darkness once again.
He was vaguely aware of Hotch's and Morgan's hands leaving his body and being replaced with new ones. He heard new voices that he knew went with the new hands. These voices were urgent like Hotch's and Morgan's had been, but the urgency was somehow different. They don't know me. They won't be affected if I die...
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he was in the back of an ambulance. Morgan was there with him, and Reid noticed that there was a lot of blood on his hands. My blood.
Morgan was saying something to him, but he didn't hear what it was. The darkness was threatened to claim him again, and this time, he welcomed it.