Chapter 7: Beep…Beep…Beep…

Beep… Beep… Beep… Release… Beep… Beep… Beep… Release… and repeat. It felt like hours he's been hearing that noise. He did not want to admit he was regaining consciousness for fear of where he was, that and end he knew he should not have gone for a walk in the woods by himself anyway. It was odd though, he was a lot more pain than he would have thought from hitting his head on a tree. The mechanisms seemed a bit much from the sound of it, he had only hit his head, right?

The light crept into his eyes and it made his eyes tire fast. He could hear breathing near him. He was obviously not alone in this room. Maybe it was Emily waiting for him… or JJ… or Garcia. He attempted to open his eyes again. His right eye seemed to be swollen, he instinctively put a hand to it to prod the tenderness. His vision began to adjust and he stared at the ceiling. What else was there to stare at?

A grown escapes his lip, and he wets them and finally prepares to look to his right. Looking over he saw Emily, as he also expected, sitting in the chair against the hall sleeping. She looked peaceful, but upset at the same time. He made her worry, walking away like that. Regardless in this life if anything had happened he still should know better than walking away from Emily Prentiss.

"I'm sorry." He spoke slowly. He wasn't sure if she would respond and wake up. She slowly began to stir after hearing him, slowly coming back to reality. She peered over to him and smiled through fresh tears that she was sure to wipe away before he had the chance to see them.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Oh come on, who knows how long I've been out for. I don't like making you guys worry."

"Derek, you were doing your job, and were working on-"

"Emily, I should not have walked away from you and JJ."

"Hotch-"

"I shouldn't have even started the day the way we did." She looked even more in shock as these words began to spill from his mouth.

"Uhm, Morgan?"

"I mean I just freaked-" He couldn't stop rambling, where was this coming from? He felt his words slur and knew he had to be some meeds, but-

"Morgan." She stood and grabbed his hand. "What happened last week had nothing to do with you and I." She squeezed harder to show support. "In fact, I'm not entirely sure what you are talking about. But what's important now is that you are awake. Don't worry about anything else. We caught that sick son of a bitch that tried to kill you and Rei-"

"What?" He stopped her and finally felt alert. Where was he. What was going on. What reality is this? "Me and who?"

"Reid."

"Spencer, Reid?" He retorted.

"Who else?"

"He's alive?" She then looked away.

"He's in a coma. You were both banged up pretty bad."

"I need to see him. Now."

"You can't get out of your bed Morgan, you just woke up-"

"I need to see him Em. Please." Two pairs of dark eyes met, both pleading. He held her hand. "I had a horrible dream, and I just need to know he's still breathing. Come on. Let me."

"Derek-"

"I will get myself out of this bed on my own if I have to, but it'll be a lot easier with your help."

"Let the Doctor over look you first." Using her hand to put on his chest he relaxed and gave in.

"Fine." He felt himself becoming slightly lightheaded and wondered how long this consciousness would last. If he slept would he once again be back to that reality of no Reid. Fearing the worst he looked to Prentiss ready to call the nurse. She looked back and could see it in her eyes.

"The Doctor is going to kill me."

Several minutes later Emily and Morgan found themselves outside of a white door. Emily looked down at Morgan in the wheelchair.

"You don't have to go in there."

"Yes. I do." The door opening and inside machines articulated breathing motions causing a breathing in and a timed release. Monitors beeped a rhythm as somber as the days they recalled of not catching the bad guy. But Emily said they caught the men/man who did this. He wheeled towards the bed that held Spencer. No life at all was visible, only machines.

Morgan felt himself tear up as he grasped the handle to Reid's bed. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't look back at her, not now.

"He'll wake up. He's strong. He's been through worse." Emily Reassured.

"I know."

The darkness around his eyes closed in as his body screamed in pain. He gave in so easily to the darkness, there was no fight to be had. Only a release.

Almost instantaneously as he entered the darkness he felt himself regaining consciousness. He felt the earth in his finger and pressing against his face. His face once more felt tender, but there was not as much throbbing. He opened his eyes easily and did not worry the adjustment. It was night time. He pressed a hand against his face.

"Wow, that was quite the spill." Twigs breaking as the voice grew closer. He know exactly who it was, and it was the exact person he needed to see.

"I'm sorry Emily."

"For what? Walking away? This afternoon?" Picking himself up he faced her.

"I should not have disrespected you as I have today." Grabbing her hand, making her blush, he continues. "You do not deserve that." They could not break eye contact. Turning away and releasing his hand she begins to turn back and walk back up to the road.

"You hit your head pretty hard didn't you?"