It's All Over

by mandyem92

"Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection"...The SEQUEL to the Sophia/Spencer "It's Never Over"

5. Some shave their heads

CHAPTER FIVE: Some shave their heads

1:00 pm-Thursday

The next two days blurred together in an uncomfortable silence. For the most part Sophia stayed, in comatose-like state, in her hospital room till the doctor's decided she was physically healthy to go home.

It was late in the afternoon when Reid finally finished filling out the last of Sophia's release forms. He grumbled about how excessive and arbitrary they were, shaking his head in disbelief when he realized how many times his teammates must have spent filling out these form just for him.

When he finished he looked over at Sophia who had fallen asleep a few minutes into the paperwork. He smiled and tired to hold back a chuckle; her hair was splayed across her face, blocking part of her cheeks and lip. The side of her face was buried in the over-stuffed pillow, giving her a child-like air. He snuck out of the room quietly, making sure the door clicked as softly as possible behind him. He walked quickly down the hallway and stopped in front of the nursing station.

"Here." He said curtly and started tapping his finger impatiently on the granite countertop. He bit his lip, glancing around him as the nurse looked over the papers. He watched a young girl, probably six or seven, skipping down the hallway with her one hand clasped with an older gentleman who was smiling widely at her. Her head was completely bare, just like the gentleman next to her yet they both seemed in perfect health.

"Her little sister has leukemia." Reid turned his attention back to the nurse in front of him. She held out a stack of paper. "Her home care." Reid nodded and took the papers, glancing over his shoulder again, catching a glimpse of the smiling girl before she walked into a room.

"People have some funny ways of showing their support; some shave their heads, some get tattoos, and others just sit there and hold onto their friends. You just gotta figure out what the person needs I guess."

"Yeah." Reid said, his mind already wandering back to Sophia. "Thank you." He mumbled back and walked towards Sophia's door.