I OWN NOTHING!
As I said before- this is a direct spoiler for Season seven... so if you don't like spoilers- or haven't seen epi 7X02 then skip over the little spoiler space below...(it was in a cool rectangle...but ff and their stupid not keeping formatting!Grr...)
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E That made me sad :( E
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Reid's room smells of sweat and fear as he jolts awake.
A scream scratches at his throat- dying on his lips as he struggles for breath- for consciousness, for sanity.
And the plaintive cry turns into sobs- the haunting images won't leave him.
Crimson bubbling...the shallow gasps...the darkness.
And in the dim light he scrubs his hands against the sheets- scrubs them raw because the blood- so much freakin' blood!
The bedside lamp has blown; a sickly dread fills the cracks forming in Reid's bones.
Humans have to forget sometimes.
Reid fumbles out of bed- the sheets swarming him in determination to keep him there as prisoner- he slams against the floor, teeth colliding with lip, blood seeps onto his tongue.
Reid chokes back an animalistic sound as he rights himself, swiping at his lip.
He can't breathe- his heart flutters; can't catch a foothold in regularity.
He stands, stumbling blindly down the hallway, making it to his study.
His hand swipes at the wall, hitting the switch- light floods the room; he winces at the brightness of it all.
The grief too much to bear; Prentiss won't leave him.
They could have saved her.
He could have...
Reid knows the futility of going over the probabilities, the statistics of getting to her in time, of saving her, of killing Doyle...
But it doesn't mean that his brain doesn't go there. Doesn't stop his heart from breaking anymore.
He can't catch his breath- his heart hammering as he runs his fingers along the fragile spines of the books along the shelf.
They used to dull the pain...but it's not enough any more.
Dust settled like a shroud along their surfaces.
As much as he's like to forget- he can't.
He reaches up to pull out Grey's Anatomy- motes of dust floating around him.
He makes his way to his leather chair, swiping the tear tracks from his cheeks.
Bones weary, he sinks into the chair.
He wants to forget.
Reid opens the book- hollowed cavity; he takes out the hypodermic needle stashed there, the protective covering crinkling in the quiet of the room.
He picks up the needle with shaking hand, he casts the book aside.
He needs to forget.
Reid lets out a small sound as he pulls out his cell phone- Blank's number swimming behind closed eyelids.
His fingers work independent from his mind as he sends a text:
I'd like to order take-out- Chinese.
His throat closes as he hits send; Prentiss is over his shoulder; mouth bloodied, milky eyes sucking the life out of him.
All he wants to do is forget- dillaudid can take him there.
Some habits are hard to shake.
A/N:
Dun Dun Dun!
I kinda feel bad for taking Reid here...but I don't know...I like using fictional Reid as a little puppet to do my wicked bidding. :D
and just to clarify...Reid's not ordering Chinese food...
I just picture him having a dealer from when he first got on drugs... because where in gid's name would you get dilaudid w/out a prescription. Reid's not that kinda doctor.
anywho...
I would love it immensely if you reviewed.
Thank you in advance!