Some weeks later...
Reid POV:
It went surprising well in prison. I had only got beaten up twice. Today was one of the days where I was beaten up. I had pain in every inch of my body, so I was sent to the nurse here in prison. My one eye didn't want to stop crying. It wasn't because I was sad, it was like when you are outside and there is a lot of wind and your eyes starts to cry and you can't do anything to stop it (except if you go inside of course).
"Hello, Spencer. I'm Sophie, and I'm your nurse." the nurse said.
She had a white kilt on, white shoes and her dark brown hair was sat up in a ponytail. She had blue eyes and pale skin.
"Hello." I said.
I felt awkward. When I see a beautiful woman, I get very awkward, and then I feel more awkward and embarrassed, because I can't hide it.
"You don't look nice." she said.
"Thanks?" I said wondering if she meant I was ugly or if it was a joke.
"I meant your eye." she said and laughed.
"Ohh.."
I wiped the tears away from my eye, and found out that it wasn't tears, but blood. I got frightened and I did almost fell down from the hospital bed.
"Shh.. It's not as bad as it looks." Sophie said and came over to me.
She took some wadding, dipped it in a cup with water and cleaned the blood away from my eye. It hurt a little bit, but I did never tell her that.
"You have to get two stitches." she said and found a needle and some thread.
"Wait, what?" I said. I didn't like needles anymore and it should not near my eye.
"Are you afraid of needles?" she asked.
"No.. But I don't want it in my eye." I answered.
"I won't sew your eye. I will give you two stings next to your eye." she said.
"It's not that.." I started.
"Look, if I don't give you the stitches you will get a really ugly scar. Do you want that?"
"No.." I said and looked at her. She looked at me like I was a jerk.
"Sit still." she said.
I could feel the pain before the needle touched my skin. It didn't hurt much, I think it was my thoughts which were the worst. But I felt a need to puke so I did, in a bucket. I wanted to kill myself. It was so embarrassing.
"Are you done?" she asked.
I nodded and looked away. She walked out in the hallway, and came back after five minutes with patches and more needles.
"Take your suit of." she said.
I looked down on my suit. There was blood on the legs. I had got some bruises and a wound on my shin.
"It's not necessary." I said and stood up from the bed.
"Take your suit of, sit down and stop talking." she said.
I stood still. I didn't want to take my suit of, but I knew if I ran out of the door I would be tackled by the prison guards, and it wasn't quite fun last time.
"Do it. I don't have all day." she said.
I unbuttoned my suit and took it off. I stood in front of a beautiful woman in underpants and hoped my body wouldn't do anything unnecessary to embarrass me.
"I have to give you more stitches." she said and looked at bit said. Did she feel sorry for me?
"How many?" I asked and looked down at my leg. The wound was bigger than I thought - it looked disgusting.
"Eleven."
"Can I get anesthesia?" I asked.
"No." she said and laughed.
I looked away when she started to sew me together. It hurt a lot more than the eye.
"Do you think you are in a private hospital with full service?" she asked.
"No?" I said wondering what she meant.
"Then stop being a baby. You are here because you have broke the law. You are a criminal, not an innocent man though it looks like you are."
"It was an accident."
I hated being treated like a criminal. It didn't want to hurt those people. Why did people keep talking to me like I was a criminal? Was I a criminal?