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Chapter Five:
He slowly blinked awake. Reid did not know where he was or why he was in pain. His movement felt restrained. Something was in his nose. Thoughts were not connecting. He stared at the light. Clearly, he wasn't in his own bed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept in his own bed. His bed for the last three months was a cot. A cot. A thin cot. What he was laying on didn't feel thick. Was he in jail? He looked at the light again. Everything was so confusing.
"Dr. Reid?" a voice said. He didn't recognize the voice. It was firm but gentle at the same time. It couldn't be the warden. Could it?
"Dr. Reid," the male voice said with a little more urgency. It was starting to sound vaguely familiar, like something he heard on TV. He slowly turned to see a man dressed in a suit. It was wrinkled as though he had slept in it.
Reid cleared his throat before speaking.
"Director?" he said weakly.
The man, Tanner Briggs, smiled. "You know who I am."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"To check on you," he said.
"What happened to me?" he said, still feeling groggy.
"Let me ask you, what is the last thing you remember?"
Reid closed his eyes and tried.
"I can't," he whimpered.
"That's okay, Dr. Reid. You've been through a traumatic event. The good news is, you're through the worst part."
Shaw can get to you anywhere!
He felt as though the man was with him in the room. It chilled him to the bone. All sorts of alarms went off around him.
"Dr. Reid!" Briggs said frantically. "Calm down. You're safe."
"Not really," Reid said as tears fell. "One of Shaw's men shot me."
"I'm working on getting you to a safe place," Briggs said. "We'll discuss it further after you've rested some more."
"No place is safe so long as Shaw and his legacy lives on," Reid said firmly.
He stared at the lights. He wished things were disjointed again.
