Peekabooo: Man. It's been ages. I've been really busy lately (Shocker) and i have had no time to write. IT was both of my sisters birthdays last week and we went to Seven Peaks and Build a Bear. Yes. I made a Bear. His name is Spencer Reid and he looks exactly like Reid. It's awesome. lol. I'll post a picture if I get a chance. I had major writers block also so when I did try to write it was dumb and i couldnt get anything out. It was so bad I was to the point of like "I don't want to do this anymore" and trhowing my freaking computer out the window. And GEEZE! Why did I (Doyle) Have to give Reid suck complicated medical problems. I was pretty mad at myself. So I'm basing all of my medical stuff off of one article about a man who got attacke by an elephant and roughly had the same injuries as Reid (Ow). So the medical stuff is mediocre at best. Sorry! As Garcia once said:
"I'm not a doctor."
No updates next week. I'm goin to camp! I'll update as soon as i get home i promise! Which will be thursday. And I will update on Sunday or Saturday after that. And thanks for all of the great support and everything! You guys are great!
Wow. Even longer Author's note this time. I should stop that...
This was the worst pain that Spencer Reid had ever felt in his life. It was a lot worse that the childhood bullies who tied him to a post. It was a lot worse than any pain that Tobias had ever inflicted on him. It was a lot worse than getting shot in the leg by a deranged father. It was a lot worse than any of the headaches he got. It hurt. His ribs had a constant crushing pain and his leg felt like it had been snapped in half. His head pounded and it hurt to just to move. It took awhile but the sounds and the sights told him he was in a hospital. The ghost white sheets that enclosed him, The stiff pillows and the clammy air. The thing was, Reid couldn't remember how he got there. He tried with all his might but he just couldn't remember. He could hear Morgan And Garcia. Occasionally Hotch and sometimes Rossi.
"I think he's coming around," Morgan whispered.
"Me too. Garcia could you go get the doctor?" Hotch's voice cracked.
Reid heard light footsteps and then heavier ones.
Reid's eyes fluttered open and a man he didn't recognized hovered over him.
"Spencer Reid? I'm Doctor Adamson. I treated you for two punctured lung, 17 broken ribs, severely cut arms, a crack in your skull, a broken leg and hypothermia. I put you on a ventilator so it will make breathing easier but We are gonna take it off of you. Okay? It's called 'Weaning'. We're going to take it off and if you can breathe on your own then we'll take the chest tube out."
Reid was hooked onto a ventilator? He hadn't even realized that. He slightly nodded towards the doctor, it was painful.
A group of nurse came in and from what Reid would tell they were all monitoring something different. The ventilator was taken off from his face and Reid breathed in the hospital air. It was uncomfortable breathing but he could. He tried to talk but his throat was thick.
"Spencer? Are you okay?" The doctor asked.
Reid nodded weakly in reply not even looking towards his team.
"We're going to give you some pain medication. Then in about an hour we'll take the chest tubes out." The doctor replied while the nurse fiddled with his IV. Soon Reid felt tired and a little loopy. An hour passed by and he didnt even know it. He tried to talk to Morgan but his words were slurred and he could barely hear what had been said to him.
"Spencer? We're going to take the chest tubes out now okay?"
Reid nodded as the doctor removed the chest tubes. Reid's fists clenched his sheets and he tried not to cry out.
It hurts so bad that If he had a gun he would shoot the doctor who was taking them out. He wanted desperately to take back what he said earlier, about taking them out. Reid felt a strong hand hold on to his and Reid squeezed it as hard as he could.
"There we are all done. Just relax and don't try to move all that much." The doctor smiled and the nurses checked a few more things then left. Reid just sat there with his team, waiting for the drugs to wear off. When they did Reid looked towards Morgan.
"Damn kid." Morgan massaged his hand.
"What?" Reid asked his voice gruff and cracked.
"Did you have to squeeze so hard? Ow."
Garcia laughed loudly and then contained herself.
"So. uh. Would you refresh my memory?" Reid asked after steadying his breathing.
"What?" Rossi asked.
"I don't remember why I am here. Honestly." Reid informed them, slightly embarrassed.
The whole team looked at each other.
"What?" Reid asked.
Hotch nodded towards Morgan indicating he was the best candidate for telling Reid about Emily and Doyle.
Morgan sighed deeply.
"Kid. You were kidnapped by Doyle the night before Easter and he held you hostage in an old warehouse. And...Emily is...Emily's alive and she's flying back here right now. Hotch and JJ knew that she was alive and they were trying to protect us from Doyle." Morgan told him, wanting to look away as hurt, confusion, and anger replaced the innocence in Reid's face.
"Hotch? You knew?" Reid asked, his voice rough and thick.
"It was only to protect you," Hotch informed him.
"Didn't really work now did it?" Reid answered, coldly.
"It was for the best," Hotch said through his teeth.
Reid sat up a little straighter, but soon whimpered and laid back a little bit more.
"Just get out," Reid said, louder and more clear.
"What?" Hotch asked in disbelief.
"I said Get out." Bitterness lined Reid's voice.
"Kid..." Morgan started, oddly feeling sorry for Hotch as the serious man exited the room.
"No Morgan." Reid cut him off. That's when Rossi noticed that Reid's breathing was uneven and short.
"Reid. Calm down. You have to remember you just got off a ventilator." Rossi told him.
"I don't want to calm down." Reid informed his, his voice shaky. Reid knew he sounded like a stubborn bratty child but it wasn't fair. He had suffered all those months and Hotch knew that Emily was alive all along.
"Reid. Honey." Garcia's voice was soft.
"What?" Reid looked at her. Really looked. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared all over her face and her clothes were wrinkled.
"You used to be so sweet. What happened?" Garcia asked.
Morgan chuckled.
"I think I'm gonna rest. I'm tired." Reid said after a nurse came in to check his blood.
"Night-night," Garcia smiled.
Reid turned over and the last thing he saw as he drifted into unconsciousness was the snow white hospital floors.