I feel like this story could be like….. possibly good. But that would require like…. effort. And I just kinda like….. don't wanna.

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Jesus Christ what the hell has this kid seen? I knew it would be bad, but this? How is he gonna bounce back from this? And honestly, can he? He just seems broken, defeated. I don't think I can fix him this time. I don't think anyone can fix him this time.

"Hey pretty boy. It is me." I'm kind of hoping we can just push past the whole talking to yourself incident. The kid deserves a break, or all of them. It was my job to make sure nothing bad ever happened to him, Ever.

"M-morgan?" It was a tiny whisper, barely audible. I would have mistaken it for the door creaking or the wind if I hadn't seen his lips move. "Is it real-l-ly y-you?" Spencer trips over his own voice, sounding like he's never heard it before. He almost never stuttered back, before. But now, I doubted he could really talk to me ever again.

"Yeah pretty boy, its me. Here in the flesh." I look over at the destroyed man. His face was swollen to hell and back, lips split so far open I was sure I could see straight through to his jaw. Though none of his teeth were missing, they were all severely chipped. Thank god for modern science, we could fix that. A long scar dragged from the top of his brow bone all the way down his neck, underneath his hospital gown, hiding from my peering eyes. Stitches marked underneath his other eye and above it too, more on the other side of his forehead and on his jaw as well. 46 in total. Just on his face. One eye was black, puffed up and probably obstructing his vision, the other looked like a missed punch. Blue and purple folding around the eye socket and deep cuts where the stitches are from what seemed to be glass. Casts covered his arms and legs, bandages wrapped around every other inch of his body. His eyes seemed, the same. Even through all the pain you could see in his eyes, that same purity of the youngest agent.

"Morgan." He cooed, seemingly more assure of himself, "You came? W-Why did you come? Is anyone else here?" The questions spilled out of his mouth quickly, his head tilted up, staring into my eyes. It seemed as though he was assessing me. Does he think I'm going to hurt him? The thought cut me deeper than any blade ever could.

"Yeah Reid. The whole team is here. Do you want to see them all at once or one or two at a time? Or of course if you need more time you could see them all later. But anyway it's totally up to you." I rush the words out, He needs to know that he has a choice. That no one is ever going to beat something out of him ever again.

"I just want t-to talk to you right now. Maybe tomorrow Garcia the day after JJ and Prentiss then the next day Hotch and Rossi? Kinda build up to more and more people. If you guys have to leave right now though that's okay. I understand you don't have time for me. Y-you guys should go. I'll be fine." He says, pained. I think he realized that he wasn't selling it. He looked right into my eyes and warmth melts into his, A broken smile forming on the face of a broken man. As lies pour out from a broken soul. Trying to convince everyone that he is whole. Too bad for him, I see right through his fake facade.

"Hotch got us 3 weeks off, the quacks say physically you just need to rest and we can take you home then." I really want to tell the kid he is worth our time, that we love him and how much we missed him. I want to tell him how JJ cried everyday for months. I wanted to tell him how Prentiss finally understood what it felt like to get left like that, to not know. I wanted to tell him how Hotch drank every bottle of liquor he had and landed himself in the hospital when the trail to find Reid went cold. Wanted to tell him how he did it again after his funeral. Wanted to tell him how Rossi screamed at me, cops, everyone he could. I wanted to tell him how Garcia quit her job. Only to rejoin the BAU two years later. Wanted to tell him how none of us could look each other in the eye. Most of all, I wanted to tell him about how every night I went home and I prayed for him. Every night I wrote him a letter. Every single day for the past 3 years and 296 days, I have cried for him.

"F-for me? But why? I'm not worth it! Freak! Pig! I did this to myself! I deserve this! Get out of her before my disgustingness taints you! GO! MORGAN GO NOW!" Before I know what's happening Reid is screaming at the top of his lungs and crying and kicking at everything in reach.

Nurses charged in, their needles ready like guns.

"Please no! No! He didn't do anything!" I'm yelling too now. They grab a fighting Reid and hold him down as one injects a sedative into a vein on his arm.

"Sir. Out, now." An angry nurse demands. Fury thick in her voice.

"What type of person are you to scare the kid?" Are you fucking serious right now? Hearing the words blaming me for Reid's meltdown enraged me.

"I didn't do a damn thing, lady. I was trying to make him feel better and whatever that freak of a man did to him kicked in and he freaked out! So do the world a really big favor and FUCKOFF! Because you have NO IDEA who this kid is and EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE FOR THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY THAT HAS DONE NOTHING IN RETURN FOR HIM BUT FUCK HIM OVER!" I don't know what had come over me, but I stormed out of the room leaving the nurse gasping as I slammed the door behind me.

CMCMCMCM(JJ)

Tears poured down my face as I hear Reid start yelling. How could he think those things about himself? What the hell happened to him to make him feel this- low about himself? Then again, who the hell is even remotely okay after something like what happened to Reid happens to them.

When nurses ran in with a needle I buried my face in Hotch's shoulder. Makeup running down my face, framing my tears in a picture perfect memory that wouldn't ever go away.

A broken man

With a broken soul

Lying to himself

Pretending to be whole

Covering his tears

Hiding his eyes

Masking his true self

Hiding behind lies

You cannot fix

His broken head

Because deep down inside

He wishes he were dead

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Some home written poetry to finish off this chapter