Reid POV:
When my lawyer stepped inside the door, everything went from unreal to very serious. Most of the time I read books, because it's almost the only thing you can do when you are laying on a hospital bed. I don't think on anything else than the book when I read, so most of the time on the hospital I didn't think about the two people or JJ. Well, I tried not to do it, but it was very hard. When I slept I dreamed about my work, my life outside the work and my ex girlfriend. I didn't dream about the accident. But when I woke up again, I remembered everything, and that moment where my lawyer stepped inside the door, I swear I wanted to die. I hoped he was good, so I didn't have to go to jail, but in the same time, I wished I would get punishment for what I had done.
"Hello Spencer Reid. I'm John Edwards and I'm your lawyer. You need to tell me everything about the accident, your past and yourself." He said.
I didn't want to tell him anything. I killed those people. I didn't pay attention on the road. I knew he wanted to know something about my past, like if I had a mental illness or something else in the family, which could had made me to do it on purpose. My mother's schizophrenia had nothing to do with it, and there were no other mental diseases in my past or family. What should I say about myself? That I was an idiot and a killer?
"So what happened?" he asked.
"I didn't pay attention on the road." I said.
He didn't say anything for about two minutes. I knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"What about your past? Have you experienced something traumatic?" he asked.
"No." I said and looked down on my hands.
"Is there mental illness in your family?" he asked.
I considered lying. I knew he would ask a lot of questions about my mother and me, and then he would use it in court, and if he did that, I could not work as a federal agent anymore.
"My mother suffers from paranoid schizophrenia." I said.
"Do you have a mental disorder as well?" he asked.
"No." I said.
He didn't ask more about mental illness or my past.
"So how are you, Spencer?" he asked.
"Not great."
He started talking about law and a lot of other things. I didn't want to listen. I saw the car accident for my eyes again. Everything was so unreal, like it didn't happen. I wish it hadn't happened.
JJ POV:
I couldn't stop thinking about Spencer. I felt bad because I was back on work, and he wasn't. Alex had started to come in our breaks. She was on Rossi's office most of the time. First I thought they just talked, but last night I saw Rossi kiss Alex. They didn't know I saw it. I wanted to ask Rossi, but I was afraid he might would get angry with me.
"JJ?"
It was Pen. After the car accident she was become so obsessive with my well being. I loved her for caring about me, but she didn't have to think about me all the time. She looked forward to see Spencer at work, but we all knew it wouldn't be right now. He had to heal and go throw a trial and maybe also PSTD or depression before he could go to work. I wished everything was like it was before. I wished I hadn't talked to Spencer while we were driving. It was my fault he didn't paid attention and it was my fault if he should go to prison.