A bit sporadic in posting, but this is not my fault. Just recently I haven't been that great and I've got something on Wednesday so I may be unable to post Tuesday as well... :( As I have to be up and ready for what I think'll be the worst day of my life on Wednesday.
Chapter 9 (my all time favouritenumber) - Waking up and laying down
Everything was hazy and disorientating, the way that the sunlight was streaming just a bit too brightly through the blinds. How the noises all around were dimmed but somehow ever-slightly too loud to be normal. How every colour in the room was too dazzling, how no-one was making any sense in what they were saying. It was almost as if he was still asleep.
That was until he heard someone through the miasma maze of light and improbability. "Hey, get the hell off me! I'm seeing my brother and you can't tell me otherwise!" a voice yelled, breaking through into Reid's consciousness.
Reid struggled with the haze and tried to open his eyes slowly, but the combination of light and sound attacked his senses. "Sam," he murmured trying to move towards the voice but hands held him down. Hands which had no owners. Voices which had no speaker...
Reid shook his head repeatedly, trying to dislodge the fuzziness in his brain. Then, in his incomplete vision he saw the figure of Sam... He was standing worriedly by the door, hands up as if in defence. Then Reid could hear him, coaxing him to calm down... "Spence, you've gotta lie back down. Think about your stitches lil' bro," Sam was repeating, almost like a personal mantra.
So Reid did just that (sort-of) and he laid back, staring towards Sam and trying to shake the weariness and the sudden urge to fall asleep again. He was also ignoring the worried glances he received from the people who had been restraining him, but they all just got on with their jobs and slowly made their way to their next altercation. Then Reid turned to place his vision back onto Sam... "Sam," he mumbled looking over to the figure still standing in the doorway. "You can come in, I'm not gonna bite you," he stated, smiling at the man now approaching his bed at a rather quick pace.
Sam nodded at Reid and looked him over, seeing the heavy bandages all down his side and especially on his hip and right leg. Sam then stared at Spencer's face... it looked like he'd decided to face-plant some glass, as the whole right side of his face was a mess of cuts and various stitches, and that was just the part not covered with the bandages...
Slowly he moved to draw up a chair to sit beside Reid. "Spence, before you ask- Dean is fine," he began looking down at Reid, knowing straight away what his friend would ask. It wasn't that he'd profiled him; it was the fact that he knew him very well by now. "Concussed and saying really confusing things, but he's fine," he added smiling down at Reid and chuckling slightly. Reid just smiled at the little image it conjured in his mind. "You need to remember that you are not in any state to be concerned about Dean. He hates people being worried about him," Sam explained as if it was not up for discussion and patted Reid reassuringly on his left shoulder.
Reid smiled as a reply, and rested his head back on the pillow. "And yes Sam. You can go tell him that I'm okay," Reid stated taking in Sam in a brief glance. "Tell him that... I'll be annoying him in no time," he finished looking pleased with himself. "Oh and Sam... It's your job to tell Hotch," he added grinning up at the man beside him.
Sam sighed and slowly stood up again, feeling only slightly concerned about when he would have to make a call to Boss-dude. "That'll be fun," he stated as he walked towards the door. He was now ready to fill in Dean, about the fact that Reid was now up. Even if his panicked wake-up was ever something Sam could forget about so easily.
Well, that was a short one right there. I apologise. I will try like... everything to update as soon as I can.