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Hospital
The first thing Derek Morgan sees when he awakens from a drug-induced slumber is Dr. Spencer Reid, eyes sliding lazily across the pages of a novel he must have read a hundred times already. The kid is using a book light, letting the hospital room lights remain off, possibly giving Morgan the darkness he needed. He looks around, taking in the white walls with moonlight glowing off of them, the stench of too much sanitation, the worry radiating off of his coworker. He clears his throat, and Reid's eyes snap up. He smiles a bit.
"Have a nice sleep?" he inquires. Morgan scoffs.
"Something like that. What time is it?"
"Uh..." he pulls up the sleeve on his button down t-shirt and glances at the time. "1:13am."
"What are you doing here, kid?"
"Everyone else was here earlier, and I just kind of volunteered to stay here the night." he explains, a bit sheepishly.
"Why?"
"Well, I know you only got shot in the leg and all, but we all--"
"No." Morgan cuts off. "I mean, why did you volunteer to stay the night?"
Spencer sits for a minute,. He bites his lip.
"I guess I just didn't think you should have to wake up alone."
It is then that Derek Morgan decides that there really is much more to Spencer Reid, resident genius, than he had originally thought.