Alex POV:
The doctor came to us, and said we could see Spencer. When I opened the door, I could see him lying in the bed. He had plaster on the left arm, and a lot of dressing on. He looked very tiny and very tired.
"Hi Spencer." I said.
"Hi Alex."
He looked at me with his big brown bambi eyes.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm fine"
But I could see he wasn't fine, but I guessed it wasn't the right time to ask about more. The doctor came in and said there was a man who wanted to talk to Spencer. It was found to be the other mans lawyer.
"Hello Spencer Reid. I'm here on Mr. Stevens' way. He wanted me to say, that he is making a case out of this, and you have to stand in court in a month." The lawyer said.
"But it was an accident." Spencer said.
"Mr. Stevens does not see it as an accident and neither do I." he said and leaved the room.
Spencer looked back at me and I could see he was confused. But the lawyer was right; it did look a bit bad.
"You have to get a lawyer." I said.
"But I can't afford one." He said.
"Then you will get a free one."
"I don't want to go to prison! There is a reason why it is free lawyers!"
"Calm down. Everything is going to be alright."
I wasn't sure about it was going to be alright, I just didn't want him to freak out. He had to get a lawyer, and it had to be a good one, because he should not go to prison. I didn't know what to say, and I was saved by Aaron and David, who came inside the room. I felt something which reminded me of joy – it always happened when I saw David.
"How are you?" Aaron asked Spencer.
"I'm fine. But I need a lawyer." Spencer answered.
"Yes you do, and we have already found one for you. You don't have to worry; everything is going to be like it was before."
I knew Aaron wasn't sure about it, and neither were David and I. But if Spencer had to get better, we had to stay positive, so we did.
Reid POV:
I was afraid. I was afraid that the lawyer wasn't good enough. I hated myself for killing those people. I wished I could die instead of them. I couldn't even look at JJ. I had almost got her killed, and now she maybe had got PTSD. I couldn't ever forgive myself, I wouldn't ever forgive myself. I wanted to crawl in a black hole in the ground and never come up again.
"Spencer?" said a woman's voice, which belonged to JJ.
She came in and walked over to me. I wished she would have punched me in my face.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
She hugged me and kissed my forehead. I hated myself very much more when I saw her broken wrist.
"I'm sorry." I said, but I knew it was far from enough to apologize with.
I knew I couldn't apologize for what I had done. Two people died, and thousands of apologizes would not have been enough. Maybe I should have killed myself.
"It's okay." She said.
It wasn't okay. I hated myself for even thinking. I hated myself for being alive. I could feel her tears on my shoulder, and I started to cry myself. A nurse came in.
"Visiting time is over." She said.
"We have to go." David said.
Alex stroked me on my arm, and left the room with David and Hotch.
"Are you going to stay for a night?" I asked JJ.
"No, the doctor said I could go home today." She said.
She hugged me one more time, and left the room. I didn't know what to think. I wish it never had happened. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't want to be with somebody either. I just wanted to disappear.