The Exsanguinater
Mrs. Lovett:- Ugh! All that blood. Poor bugger. Oh well!
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Hotch ran back to the door hammering on it with his fist. When the door opened he called for a phone.
"Quickly, it's an emergency."
He took the phone from the doctor who had been standing watching but stood firmly in the door way watching Floyd as he made the call to the hospital Spencer was living in.
"This is Agent Hotchner. Check on Dr Reid now please. Something has happened. Please hurry." His hands were shaking as he watched Floyd screaming and pulling at the ring on the floor. Hotch was sure he heard bones snapping. He walked slowly back into the room. "They are going to check on him – calm down."
Floyd turned his face to look at Hotch as his eyes rolled back and he started fitting. Hotch turned back to the doctor watching still from the door way. "Get this man out of here now. Get him proper treatment." He put the phone back to his ear and his face blanched. Talking back into the phone he said, "I am on my way now." Then back at the doctors. "I am telling you to take the restraints off that man now. I need to take him with me. Hurry!" He handed the phone back to the doctor.
"I'm sorry Agent Hotchner, but I'm not going in that room." The doctor was backing away.
Hotch looked again at Floyd then at the doctor. "You are his doctor, how are you treating him if you won't go in the same room he is in?"
The doctor shrugged and backed off further. "I advise. Did you see what he did to my nurse? I'm not putting myself at that amount of risk."
"Then give me the keys and I will do it. Now! I need to leave and I need to take this man with me." The guard looked at the doctor who gave a quick nod.
Hotch went back in the room and crouched down next to a now shaking drooling Floyd. "I am taking the restraints off. You are coming with me. Spencer needs you."
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As the alarms went off and someone called for the crash trolley in one hospital, someone was half dragging Floyd down a corridor towards the exit in another.
They rolled the pale body onto his back and applied pressure to the slice down his arm and leg. They carefully removed the small deadly pair of scissors from his hand and slipped them into an evidence bag, just in case there was doubt as to what happened and it looked like the young genius here wouldn't be telling them anything. Not in words anyway. They stuck needles and drips in his good arm and an intubating tube down his throat.
Heads would roll for this and they knew. Whoever let someone on this floor get hold of a pair of scissors was in trouble. People shouted, inmates screamed and cried, and someone called 'clear' just before Reid's back arched and left the bed.
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"It's too late." Floyd stood next to Aaron's car still only wearing the same dark blue pyjama bottoms he was given on arrival. He wiped flecks of blood from around his mouth and spat red onto the car park gravel.
"Get in." Aaron wouldn't accept what Floyd was saying, even though if he agreed with himself about this odd connection the two of them had, agreed with himself and let that be real, then he should be agreeing with this also. "It's never too late Flanders. You should know that."
As they pulled out of the car park Hotch threw his phone onto Floyd's grime encrusted lap. "What would you be wanting me to do with this Agent Aaron Hotchner?"
"Just phone the hospital will you. Tell me what's going on over there."
Floyd screwed his nose up at the phone and looked over at Hotch. "I don't need this to tell you he is dead. We are too late. They will put him on life support but that won't save him now."
"Shut up with your fancy predictions Flanders and make the call."
"I don't need to. I know what's going on. They are trying to get his heart going again. It will work. Maybe. For a short while."
"Just make the damned call Flanders before I turn around and take you back from that pit I just dragged you from."
"So the great man can show emotion. I am glad to see it. It makes my day feel complete." He looked through the saved numbers until he came to the one for the hospital Reid was staying in. He punched in the speed dial and put the phone to his ear. "Good afternoon. I wonder if you could help me. This is SSA Flanders, I am calling about Dr Reid. Could you please up date me as to his condition." A pause and a smirk "Yes I can hold." A look over to Aaron. "Was that polite enough for you?" Frowning now down the phone. "Well sweetheart I know you are not telling me the truth now. Can you please go and do your job and tell me what the fuck is going on over there?" His voice getting louder and harsher. "I don't give a toss missy – go and do your job before I have you arrested for malpractice – I don't give a damn. Get me the latest info on Dr Reid now and 'he is fine' is not an acceptable answer – yes I will hold."
He looked over at Hotch again "Well sometimes you have to put the bitches in their place. You know that as well as I do – you are driving too fast." And a slap on Aaron's arm. "Slow down – you will get us both killed – five minutes will make small difference now."
"Yes! Yes I am still here- thank you." Floyd listened to the voice on the other end of the phone rubbing at his eyes and then spitting out more blood. "Thank you – one more question, may I have your name please?" A smirk and a nod "Thank you nurse Sandy, now tell me why you had scissors on the ward and why you permitted my agent to get hold of them knowing his metal state." Another pause. "You can deny it my sweet, but evidence will show your fingerprints over the weapon and I can assure you that if my agent dies because of this I will be arresting you for homicide. Thank you." He flipped the phone shut. "Don't look at me – look at the road."
"You can't say that to her. You don't know what happened and you cannot impersonate a Federal Agent."
"Oh screw you Aaron. Do you think I really care right now? Are we nearly there yet?" And what came close to a smile spread across Flanders face.
"What the hell are you grinning at?" Hotch was pulling over into a parking lot.
"His heart is beating."
Flanders jumped out of the car not noticing again the gravel under his bare feet. Hotch was walking behind him towards the main doors. "Flanders. I have some spare clothes in the trunk of the car."
"I'm fine."
"No – you're not." Aaron was getting vile wafts of Flanders as he followed.
"Aaron." Floyd stopped and turned around. "Spence is dying. I don't care if I don't look groomed. It's a mental hospital. I will blend. Hurry up."
They burst through the doors looking like two mad men on a mission. They were shown the way they needed to go and took the elevator to the surgical floor of the establishment.
People stared at the man in his suit and this strange battered smelly dirty creature he was with. Floyd was beginning to feel the pain in his hands from whatever damage he did to them trying to get out of the cuffs. Then the pain in his chest from not being able to breath properly.
"Hotchner." He put a hand out to grab his arm, but Aaron was racing off down the corridor again. "Hotchner!" coughing blood and falling to his knees. People standing back looking at him – a nurse tentatively stepped forwards.
"Sir are you alright?"
He ignored her. "Aaron!" and he put hands with broken wrists down on the floor to support him self. They made a snapping popping sound.
Aaron could hear nothing but the thumping of blood in his ears and the shouts for the crash trolley to be brought into the room he had been sent to. He stood and looked through the glass wall at the huddle of doctors and nurses around the bed. "Come on Spence. We are here. Floyd is here. He looked back at Flanders who was now pulling himself up again and shouting at people to get out of his 'sodding' way.
Spence.
Wake up babes.
I am here.
Fight this.
I won't leave you again.
Can you hear me?
Talk to me babes.
Spence?
Floyd?
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