"The blood was most probably ingested before emergency personal arrived on scene. In a effort to clear his airway he swallowed the blood, just as it does with everyone, the stomach contents, which in this case contained blood, were brought up with everything else. With the medicine he's on it wouldn't be unexpected if he were nauseous." The doctor explained.
"Most probably? The boy just threw up blood. In case you haven't noticed that's NOT normal." Gideon placed a claming hand on Morgan shoulder.
"Are you positive that's the case doctor?" Elle asked, her voice even as she attempted to keep her cool.
"Well, we are performing a sonogram of his stomach right now to check for any internal bleeding but yes I am almost positive. There's always a slight chance for internal bleeding, but I fully stand behind what I said earlier." The doctor stood up, and headed for the door.
"I'd hate to bring this up right now, but you all have been here, what, 38 hours? You look like hell. Go home, get some sleep, and get something to eat."
After he closed the door behind him the team faced each other.
"We should take turns." JJ said, her face resting lightly on her hand. "Incase something happens."
"That's a good idea." Elle said. "How wants first shift?"
"I'll take it." Morgan stated his voice calmer then it was minutes before. "I don't think I could get any sleep." Everyone else seemed to exhausted to argue and probably a bit relieved.
'I'll take second shift. Elle you take third?-" Nod "-JJ fourth? Garcia fifth? Everyone in agreement? Good." Gideon turned to Morgan. "See you in 6 hours."
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"I need to see him."
"Sir, I have to ask you to remain in your bed. You received a significant head injury." The male nurse said his voice stern. However it had no effect on the unit chief. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect, further infuriating the man.
"You have absolutely no authority over me. I will do as I wish and I wish to see my colleague."
The nurse wiped his bald head, clearly ay a loss for what to do. "Carmen!" he shouted as a stout female passed the room by. She backed up a few steps and gave him a stern look. Obviously not like being called by her first name in front of patients.
His eyes were pleading, as the agent again tried to bring himself to his feet.
"Sir, please. We can easily come to an agreement." The bald man left in quite a hurry when Carmen Fitzpatrick entered the room. "Paul is new, your should try to give him a bit of a break." She half smiled.
"I just want to see Agent Reid."
"I will let you do that, if you are able to follow my rules." She waited for a response of recognition, then continued. "One, you stay in your wheel chair. Two, you are limited to 15 minutes and you will return to this room and that bed. Three, no overexerting yourself. Understand?"
Agent Hotchner was a smart man. He knew when to pick his battles, and when to compromise. This was a time to compromise, not that he was happy about it.
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Reid's doctor walked beside the wheelchair NP Fitzpatrick had ordered him in to. He filled the senior agent in. Each word added to the pile of guilt into the pit of his stomach, his face remained impassive. Never let them see you break, Aaron. Not ever! His fathers words ringing in his eyes.
"We are expecting a full recovery if everything continues to progress, with no lasting damage." They entered the room, as he finished the sentence. Morgan was wearily eyed staring at Reid, but not really looking at him. He jumped just the tiniest bit, oblivious to everyone else except Hotch. No, no one on his team got anything by Hotch. No profiling each other, that's the rules, but Hotch breaks them everyday. Does he have a choice? He cannot remain ignorant to his teams pain. So if breaking the rules helps his family then so be it.
"Hotch, how ya feeling?" Morgan asked, moving to his feet, more slowly then he had ever seen before. Exhausted mixed with a bit of hesitation? Anger, resentment maybe? It was completely obvious to the entire FBI building, the protector Morgan was when Reid was around. The straightening up, the more focused look in his eyes, the power that simply radiated off the man. If Hotch had to step down, he could only hope it was Morgan who claimed his place.
"Better." Lie, and Morgan knew it. Profilers, remember?
"Do you mind staying here for a few minutes? I need to stretch my legs a bit." Thank you, Morgan.
"Of course." Hotch heard the footsteps of Morgan recede, along with Reid's doctor and the nurse who pushed his wheelchair.
Slowly, he wheeled over to Reid's bed. "Hey." He stated simply. What was he supposed to say? Chick flick moments weren't his thing, nor Reid's for that matter. Sure, he was able to give Reid a few encouragements now and then. But was that enough…
The quiet was enough. Simply seeing him alive was enough. The quiet enveloped him, just like the comforting hug of a mother after her child had awoken. He took the comfort in it. That moment was all the comforting he needed.
I just couldn't see Hotch getting all mushy. I tried to keep it as real as possible. So tell me what you think. Anything you would like to see?
Hope you got enough Morgan and Reid scenes! :)
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