A/N: I absolutely hate finishing a story on an odd number of chapters but I just decided to end it here. Thanks everyone again for everything.

edit: Just noticed I kind of left off on a cliffhanger since no one knows what will happen afterwards. So I was thinking on a poll for a sequel more or less intense give or take. So I'd like to know what you think. IF I do decide on a sequel it will be called Broken...or along those lines. So yea vote, please.

*Sequel is called Breaking the Habit and it's now up...*

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, torture and a horrible ending.

Chapter seventeen: Saved

"No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."

-Maya Angelou

Morgan woke up from a painful bitter sleep. He was greeted by the bright blinding lights and the familiar smell of disinfectant. He placed his gaze on the people that were in front of his hospital bed. Unable to speak clearly he coughed. This earned the looks of concern to switch onto him.

"What happened?" He asked hoarsely.

"Oh baby don't you dare scare me like that again," Garcia cooed. She was the first to speak. Mascara was on her cheeks from obvious crying.

"Hey baby girl," he smiled weakly.

"You almost gave me a heart attack! I literally came as soon as they transferred you here since they didn't let me fly," she smiled.

"Transferred?"

"You came back from North Carolina sweetie," she answered Morgan's silent question.

"Where's Reid?" Morgan finally asked.

The team looked around at each other a bit nervously. Was he dead? he groaned internally how many times had he thought of that?

"Where's Reid?" He demanded again more harsher than intended.

"Mr. Morgan please keep calm," Dr. Kimua walked in wearing her white lab coat.

"I will not keep calm until a) I see Reid or b) You tell what the hell happened," he muttered getting more worried and irritated by the second.

Dr. Kimua sighed but nonetheless gave up.

"Look to your left," she motioned.

Morgan followed her gesture and his eyes widen.

There laying practically half dead was Reid. He had so many machines monitoring him.

"Dr. Spencer Reid is in an induced coma," she continued.

"A...coma?" His mouth suddenly went dry.

"Yes," she nodded.

"What...how?"

"We know his situation but we needed to give him narcotics."

"Narcotics?" Morgan now glared at Hotch.

"It was necessary for the surgery," Hotch sighs, he didn't want to but he reluctantly agreed in the end. He, however, did make sure it was one of the weakest knowing Reid would probably never talk to him for it.

"But why narcotics?!"

"Because without them he would've died," Rossi explains.

"Died..." Morgan says soft almost like a frightened child.

"He had to undergo surgery. He had a few broken ribs which one managed to penetrate and puncture his lung," she adds in a serious manner.

"Reid..." He whispers, not once did he take his eyes off of the thin man.

"We found poison..." Dr. Kimua says after a while.

"Poison? Why the hell did you not find any before? Even I could have fucking tell you without diagnosing him," He questioned pissed.

"Because we based our previous investigation on the vile we found in the crime scene from the beginning...we disregarded the syringe used on Dr. Reid when the results came back as normal water," she explains a bit taken back from the language Morgan used.

"Oh God," JJ gasped teary eyed.

"Both, you and Dr. Reid, were poisoned with hydrochloric acid poison. This poison can be transferred by drinking any amount or even inhaling it. The traces on Dr. Reid, however, were higher than in you," she sighed.

"So how did my 187 and my sexy Adonis get poisoned?" Garcia asked panicked.

"When Dr. Reid was first kidnapped he was poisoned by the liquid in the syringe. Directly going into his already weak immune system due to the Anthrax attack a while ago. Though you would think that would've made him stronger it was reversed since his system was still healing from the damage done before. Later he inhaled quite a bit and drank it numerous times without noticing that only made matters worse. You, Mr. Morgan, were poisoned through drinking it and inhaling it," she explained.

Morgan remembered the handkerchief Bates had used on him. The foul smell filling his nostrils. And then the water...the water that accompanied every meal they received. The water that Reid gratefully took after coughing blood and vomiting. He shuddered and felt the ridiculous pang of guilt in his chest.

"What about now?" Prentiss asked.

"Now they've both have been treated so they should be fine in that part as they are quiet stabilized," she smiled briefly.

Everyone's eyes went back to Morgan who was still examining the deathly pale agent.

"He'll be alright...the tortured wounds on his body should heal with time you should worry about yourself now," she added.

Morgan only managed a weak nodded.

Dr. Kimua left the room quietly not wanting to disturb them. Morgan smiled gratefully that she did not mention the other horrendous act that happened when captured.

"Reid saved you, you know," Prentiss said after a silent minute.

"I know," he whispered as he looked at his arm in a sling.

He finally noticed his own tattered body. His wrists were bandaged from the fight he put up with the handcuffs. His whole torso was wrapped up in gauze as well. His shoulder hurt like living hell but it wasn't anything compared to what he lived through for three days.

"And you saved him," Hotch added kindly his normal stoic face softening.

"No Hotch...I didn't do anything..." he muttered miserably recalling all the tortured memories.

"Y-you...g-gave him the will to fight till the end," JJ sniffled.

"It still cost him more than needed," Morgan replied.

The team remained silent and one by one left with some excuse. He knew all too well that they wanted to give him some time alone. He turned back to Reid and whispered a pained sorry.

"How I wish I could've taken the pain away," He whispered before closing his eyes and falling into sleep.

End