Pain- Chapter 2

Comforter

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When Spencer Reid woke up he realized he wasn't alone. After his mind processed where he was and who was with him, he crawled closer to Morgan and clinged to his shirt. His leg was killing him, but he refused to take the narcotics that could dull the pain.

Derek Morgan felt the younger man pulling closer to him, making his heart break. He placed his hand on Reid's hair, gently stroking the hairs down. He felt as Reid's breathing became more relaxed at his touch; he was glad that the action gave him at least a little bit of comfort.

"I know you're awake." Morgan said after awhile.

"I know you're awake." Reid mumbled sleepily.

"I'm calling both of us in; I'm taking you to see the doctor." Reid didn't bother arguing, knowing that there was no way of convincing him that he didn't need to see the doctor.

"If I go, can I go back to sleep?" Reid asked, his eyes already half-way shut.

"You know I would have let you sleep in anyway." Morgan smirked. "Go back to bed; I'm gonna make a few phone calls." Reid gave Morgan a small nod as he walked out of the room...

Morgan muttered a 'damn it' as his cell phone started ringing. "Morgan."

"Hey Morgan, we have a case." JJ greeted. Morgan sighed, thinking that they wouldn't be going to the doctor's today. "Is everything alright?" JJ asked.

"Uh.....Yeah." he lied. He wasn't sure if Reid wanted him to tell the team or not, so he decided that Reid should be the one to tell them.

"Okay, I will see you soon." JJ said, unconvinced.

"Alright; oh, and Reid's with me right now, so you don't have to call him." Morgan added last second.

"Thanks, see you guys soon." With that, JJ hung up.

Morgan quickly got dressed before heading back to his room. He knocked on the door lightly, hoping Reid was still up.

Reid groaned, not wanting to get up. "What is it?" Reid asked.

"We have a case they need us in now." Morgan answered.

"Fine." Reid sighed, slowly getting up.

"Do you need any help?" Morgan asked.

"With that?" Reid said, not registering at first what Morgan was referring to. And then he realized what he was wearing. 'Oh,' he thought. 'This may be a problem.'

"We still have about an hour before he have to leave. I can run by your place and grab something for you to wear so you can take a shower and get ready." Morgan suggested. Reid nodded, not really seeing another option.

"Alright; good plan." Reid muttered, still not fully awake.

"I'll be back soon, kid." As Morgan dismissed himself, Reid headed off to Morgan's bathroom.....

Just shortly after 15 minutes, Reid had finished his shower and was waiting for Morgan. He wrapped the thin, white towel close to his thin body, feeling a bit insecure as he sat on his friend's toilet, all-but naked.

Finally, after a few more minutes, Morgan arrived.

"Sorry it took me so long," Morgan started as he entered his house, 'I was stopped by one of your neighbor's. She was an older lady who seemed worried that you hadn't showed up home this morning."

Morgan pulled the door to and slid in a change of clothes for Reid, who took them gratefully.

"Thanks." Reid said. "That must've been Gracie; she's always keeping an eye on the younger tenants on my floor."

After a few more minutes, both Reid and Morgan were ready to leave for work. Morgan help the door open for Reid as he limped out and into the car.....

After the briefing in the round table room, the team filed onto the jet. Hotch suggested they all get some sleep since the case was going to be very demanding, and they wouldn't be landing for quite some time.

Morgan glanced over at Reid worriedly; he was glad that the younger agent was sleeping, though, knowing that he was in pain.

"What's wrong with him?" Hotch, who was sitting across from him, asked. Morgan sighed, just now realizing how obvious he had been when he was glancing at Reid.

"If he wants you to know, he can tell you himself." Morgan answered.

"Morgan, if it will affect his performance in work, I need to know...."

"He trusts me; I'm not going to betray him like that. I don't know if it will affect his work, but if it does, you should ask him, not me." Morgan replied solemnly. Hotch nodded, understanding the situation. With that, the two agents turned off the jet light and tried their best to fall to sleep...

Reid and Morgan decided to share a room together, as per usual. Morgan threw his stuff n the floor as Reid collapsed onto his bed, letting out a sigh as his legs felt a bit more relieved from the pain.

"Still hurts?" Morgan asked as he took off his shoes.

"Yeah." Reid mumbled into his pillow. He was exhausted; all he wanted to do was sleep, knowing that there the pain would subside.

"Reid, I think that you should tell Hotch about this. If it still hurts as bad as it did last night, I don't think you can risk hurting it more." Morgan said. "I mean, I know you won't be on the field either way, but I still think you should talk to Hotch."

"No, not yet." Reid answered. "Just let me sleep a little more, and if it still hurts I will tell him."

"Fine," Morgan sighed. "Get some sleep." With that, Morgan turned off the lights....

Spencer Reid woke up as a wave of pain shot up through his leg. He bit his tongue as he felt the pressure increase in desperate attempt not to wake up Morgan. Deciding that his leg may feel better after a shower, Reid got up and reached for a change of clothes. He grabbed his favorite purple shirt, his black pants, a polka-dotted sock and a green striped sock.

Before heading into the bathroom, he glanced at the clock. It was only 12:30 AM.

Once he was in the bathroom, he propped his cane against the sink as he quickly stripped off his clothes.

'Odd,' he thought as he looked down at his injured leg, 'I wonder where those scratches came from...'

He dismissed the thought casually, assuming they were from the surgery. He turned on the 'hot' labeled knob and almost instantly the water came down. He grabbed hold of the railing, being careful not to trip as he entered the shower. At first, everything went well; he hadn't fallen or tripped once and his leg was feeling a little better, but then another shot of pain ceased his leg. The shocked caused him to lose his balance. As he fell, his head hit the glass door.

Before he knew it, he laid unconscious on the cold floor....

When Derek Morgan woke, he couldn't find Reid. He wasn't in his bed and he wasn't in the small sitting area that their room had. Finally, he realized that the shower was running.

Feeling relieved, he turned to the alarm clock. 1:30 AM. He sighed as he got up, walking toward the bathroom.

"Hey Reid-Man, mind if I step in for a second? I just wanna grab a change of clothes..." Morgan asked through the door. No answer. "Reid? Reid!" Feeling that something was wrong, he kicked down the door- fortunately not off its hinges. He pulled the glass door open so he could see if Reid was okay. When he opened it, Reid was on the floor.

"Reid! Spencer, wake up!' Morgan turned off the water as he pulled the soaking-wet Reid out of the shower. Slowly, the freezing cold water turned off. He kept his eyes up, not wanting to embarrass Reid by accidentally 'seeing him'. Carefully, he wrapped a towel around him too-thin waist and shrugged on one of his t-shirts, which was wearing him more than he was wearing it. Seeing how pale his friend's skin was and the fact that he was unconsciously shivering, he carried him to the bed so he could wrap the comforter around him. He moved Reid's hair out of his face and gently stroked his cheek.

"Spencer, wake up...." he said quietly.

Finally, Reid opened his eyes. He seemed confused at first, but then it seemed as though what had happened finally registered.

"Spencer, you were passed out in the shower." Morgan said, hoping Reid would elaborate.

"Yeah, I was taking a shower. I....I was holding onto the railing, but I slipped anyway. My head hit the glass....." he answered, still sounding a little dazed.

"Was it because of your leg? Does it still hurt?" Morgan asked.

"Not like it did before." Reid said. "Please don't make me tell Hotch..."

"Reid, you just passed out because of it!"

"Please, don't make me tell him..." he repeated desperately.

"One more thing happens- so much as a trip!- and you have to tell him." Morgan warned.

"Fine, fine. I can live with that." Reid said quickly.

"Are you at least okay?" Reid nodded in response. "Don't lie to me." Morgan said simply.

"Just a little cold, but I'm fine...." Reid said, trying to hide his shaking hands. Morgan could tell Reid was trying to hide something, and when he saw that Reid was sitting on his hands he had a feeling he knew what it was.

"Show me your hands."

"No." Reid said, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"Because they're cold." Morgan smirked at that. He had a feeling his hand were shaking, but not from being cold. Morgan gently pulled at Reid's hands, which were currently underneath the comforter, and tugged them closer to him. He held the soft, nimble hands in his own, making Reid relax just a bit more. Reid shivered as more of his skin became exposed.

Then he realized that he wasn't wearing his own clothes. Morgan looked up at Reid, who was now looking down at his body. "I didn't look, honest." he reassured. "I know you're more of a personal person, so I wrapped the towel around your waist before I saw anything. "

"Are you sure?" Reid said softly, almost vulnerably. He didn't like when people looked too closely at his body; he had always been self-conscious about his body. He knew he was too thin, not muscular, and not all-together that appealing to look at.

As if reading his mind, Morgan started talking. "Hey, don't do that to yourself. You're plenty attractive, and you have the most beautiful face I've seen. I like that you're not that muscular- anyone can be muscular, Reid! Don't you know that the little curve in your side, that thin frame of yours, and your amazing hair make you different from the rest of those muscle-bound egotistic lady's men?" he asked as he started playing with said 'amazing hair'.

"I....I thought you said you didn't look." Reid mumbled, feeling ashamed of his body compared to Morgan's. Although what Morgan said was nice, they were just words. Anyone could lie using words...

"I didn't, Pretty Boy. Anyone can see those things from just looking at you. You shouldn't be ashamed of that."

"Can...Can I just sleep now?" Reid whispered, fighting tears that had already began to fall. Morgan nodded as he wiped away tears. He pulled Reid close to his own body as Reid silently shook. He was still freezing, but he wished that Morgan would let him go; he didn't want to be so close to someone who looked so much better than him. It was only making him more self-conscious.

Morgan sighed as he felt Reid's insecurity resurface. He just wished he could convince Reid that he was beautiful as saw him as....

"...........The last part I added so I could slash them quicker. They should be a couple in at least 2 chaps, if not the next one. And updates will almost never be this quick/long, Im sick so u got lucky :) hehehe....Pleaz R&R!"