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Chapter 2

Bruising and cuts across his body ...

A broken leg ...

Internal bleeding ...

Sprained wrist and three broken ribs ...

Morgan exhaled silently as cursed himself, thinking of Reid's injuries that Dr. Amy has listed out. Morgan who was leaning against the wall, turned around and couldn't afford to hold back his tears when he could barely recognize Reid's face which was most of it was covered with bruises. Reid looked as if he was sleeping peacefully even though he was hooked up by dozens of machines, tubes and wires all over him.

The forceful collision your friend suffered caused the blood vessels in his brain to tear, releasing blood to areas of the brain uncontrollably. We have no choice but to keep him under medically induced coma for some time, hoping the pressure decreases and some or all brain damage may be averted.

Morgan gripped the railing of Reid's bed. He avoided his eyes from Reid for one moment to grasp the scene in front of him, gaining strength he needed, Morgan set his eyes back on Reid. He stretched his hand out and took Reid's hand into his.

"Please forgive me." Morgan sobbed. "I am so sorry, Reid. I didn't ..." Morgan couldn't continue, not any more. At one point, everything piled up his head, so much so that he wanted to shout, he couldn't stand anymore, his pain in his heart was just unbearable.

Morgan ran out. Finally, he could breath. Wiping the tears staining his cheeks, Morgan gulped down a lungful of air. He coughed a few times, before turning, facing his face just few inches from the glass window. The sight of Reid laying, with ventilator, was killing him. Morgan felt like as if he has swallowed some slow killing poison. Morgan doesn't know how long he could be alive knowing he was the reason for Reid's condition.

He failed. Morgan promised that he will watch Reid's back but today, Reid's life is hanging in question and he stood with guilt ripping him apart.

How could he so stupid? The others have told him that it was not his fault, but how on earth he could accept that?

If only he had listened to Reid for at least one minute, perhaps maybe just thirty seconds, nothing would have happened.

With much weak legs, Morgan entered the room again. He could hardly breathe. Tears rolled down his cheek again when he saw his best friend who never thought even for a second about sacrificing his life for Morgan's safely. With IVs on his hand, ventilator for breathing and a cast around her leg, he looked fragile and paler than the white blanket he was wrapped in.

Morgan sat on the chair, stretched his hand but shocked with how shaky his own hand was. An ocean of emotions arose in him. Suddenly, Morgan remembered something.

Reid: "Don't do that."
Morgan: "Why isn't it moving?"
Reid: "I don't know...Don't stop it! Don't –
Morgan: "What? What's the problem?"
Reid: "Don't do that!"
Morgan: "Why not?"
Reid: "Because there are six elevators-related deaths per year, not to mention ten thousand injuries that require hospitalization. Chill out."
Morgan: "That sounds like pretty good odds to me. What? What? Are you scared, Reid? You scared? You scared of —"
Reid: "I'm not scared. I don't want to be in an elevator with you, to be honest."
Morgan: "How about I push that? What if I push... Whoa. Whoa. Okay."
Reid: "Um … hit the– hit the–"
Morgan: "Yeah."
Reid: "Push it! It might have–"
Morgan: "Push, pull, push, pull. I'm doing it. Nothing's happening."
Reid: "Pry — pry — pry the door open. Just... Yeah."
Morgan: "It's stuck, man... No, no, no, no. Not today. No, not today."
Reid squeaks: "Hotch?"

Morgan smiled for a second.

Morgan: And remember, play into the guy's fantasy, believe it yourself.
Reid: Actually, did you know that dentists and surgeons have been secretly recruited to implant these during otherwise normal medical procedures? This has been happening on and off since the late 1930s.
[Morgan looks at him]
Reid: Told me to believe.

Reid: You should see what comes up when you type "death" into a search engine.
Morgan: No wonder you can't find a date.

Gripping Reid's hand, Morgan broke down.

"Please ... just be okay, Reid. I can't … Just ... give me another chance."

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