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For now they decided not to tell Reid. Reid was already going through too much to deal with Strauss. Hotch had insisted on seeing Reid, though.
The nurse at first protested but Hotch assured her it would only be for a little bit. He just had to see the kid.
Ried was watching mind numbing tv, but quickly turned it off.
"Sir..." He started to rise.
Hotch shook his head.
"You don't have to get up."
Both studied each other. Hotch looked pale, not not as bad as Reid was imagining. Hotch thought he had seen some color in Reid's cheeks.
"How...are you?" He asked quietly.
Reid shrugged.
"I'm...trying to move on."
Hotch nodded.
"Reid...whatever happens..." He paused. "I want you to know that you're not weak...I know you think you are...but you're not."
Reid looked away and swallowed.
"Why are you saying this stuff?" He whispered. Hotch sighed.
"I just had to make sure you aren't doubting yourself. You're going through too much to doubt yourself as a person as well."
"I'm not," Reid lied. "You don't have to worry about that."
"For a profiler you're a pretty bad liar," Hotch commented.
It was Reid's turn to sigh.
"Please...can we change the subject?"
Hotch quickly nodded.
"How...are you sleeping?" He finally asked. Reid pursed his lips. "That well huh?"
"I see him," Reid suddenly whispered. "In my sleep..."
Hotch closed his eyes.
"And her...I see her."
He lookd up at that.
"Your mother?"
"She blames me for her death." Reid had tears rolling down his face.
Hotch pushed the wheelchair closer to the bed.
"Reid no, it's not your fault," he whispered.
"I should have protected her better," Reid sobbed. "I should have...done something..." He looked at Hotch with a tear stained face. Hotch felt sick and hated Foyet even more than he did before. He hated him for what he did to Reid.
Even though Foyet was dead he knew he could never stop hating that monster.
Reid grasped Hotch's hand suddenly.
"Please...don't go," he begged through an almost whimpering tone. Hotch nodded.
"I'll stay as long as they'll let me,after all I'm a patient too."
From that he at least got a weak smile.
Reid's hands were shaking and suddenly he bent over and vomitted.
Hotch quickly pressed the button for calling the nurse for help.
"I'm sorry...it's been happening a lot recently...withdrawl," Reid gasped and Hotch nodded.
"It's okay, Reid, you don't have to apologize." He rubbed Reid's back as Reid vomitted again.
The nurse rushed in.
"You need to leave now," she said sharply to Hotch who nodded.
"I'll be back later," he promised Reid who shook his head.
"Please! Let him stay," he begged the nurse. "I don't want to be alone right now...not tonight."
The nurse sighed.
"All right...he can stay for a few hours but then he has to go back to sleep. But one of your other co-workers will be able to stay."
Reid nodded. The nurse took pity on the young man.
"Would you two like to share a room? That could be arranged."
Hotch and Reid looked at each other hopefully.
"Yes," Reid whispered. "I'd like that."
The nurse turned to look at Hotch who nodded. At least he could keep a better eye on the kid.
"I'd like that too."
The nurse smiled.
"Let's get some clean sheats, all right?"
Reid nodded, still shaking. His body felt cold. He felt cold. Cold and miserable. As they looked at each other they could tell it was going to be a long night.
Morgan was finishing typing up the report on the Foyet case when the door to his office knocked. He looked up and saw a young man standing there.
"May I help you?" He asked as he stood up.
"I hope so...you're Agent Morgan, right?"
"Yes I am." Morgan extended his arm and the young man shook it. "And you are?"
"Dr. Malcom Walters...I'm here to replace Dr. Spencer Reid."
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