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Chapter Twenty-Six.

I first noticed a high pitch beeping when I began to come around, the next thing I noticed was a familiar male voice and a female voice I didn't recognize. I groaned and peeled my eyes open – the bright white lights blinding me for a moment until they adjusted.

"Red...?"

I rolled my head to my left, seeing Morgan sat in the chair beside my bed.

"How did I get here?" I breathed, the pain across my back and ribs returning.

"A couple of hunters found you, lucky they did too." He took my hand and I began to cry, tears rolling down my face.

"Oh Red, don't cry." He moved from where he was sitting to perch on the side of the bed – his arms wrapping around me as I buried my face into his chest.

"The worst part is, I'm not crying because of what happened to me..." My voice was muffled into his chest and he pulled away to look at me, wiping away the tears gently.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because Reid's dead and it's all my fault." I looked away, shame and guilt written all over my face. "Christian killed him because he got in the way..."

"Red." He paused. "Red look at me." I lifted my chin, looking up at him. "Reid's alive. He's fine."

My jaw practically dropped to the floor and I looked around the room and out into the hall where I could see Hotch standing just outside the door.

"He's okay...?"

"He was in a bad way when he got brought into hospital but he pulled through, he's doing great."

That hole in my heart began to fill itself again and I put my face in my hands in sheer relief.

"Morgan would you give us a minute?" Hotch said as he stepped into the room.

"Yeah, no problem." Morgan kissed the top of my head and got off the bed, my eyes trailing after him until I met Hotch's gaze, which I quickly averted mine from.

"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble..." I whispered as he sat on the end of the bed, so he was opposite me.

"Clara, this isn't your fault. I wanted to speak to you because I wanted to ask how you were, I'm not here to be your boss and lecture you."

I lifted my head to look at him, his concern showing on his face. "Oh...Well, I don't know how well a person can be after what happened to me." I shuffled on the bed and winched slightly, shutting my eyes a moment for the nausea to pass.

"No, I can't imagine how horrible that must have been for you. The doctors have advised me that you'll need plenty of time to recover which I'm more than happy to provide and help in any way I can."

I nodded at him slowly, that feeling of guilt returning. "Sir, I appreciate the offer but I think I'll be going back to England for my recovery."

He raised his eyebrows, shocked at my response. "Oh, well if you think that's the best thing to do then I'll make the arrangements."

I looked at his expression, he genuinely looked disappointed that I wasn't going to be around. "How's your son?" I asked, hoping he'd answer at my attempt to distract myself.

"He's fine, he knows how to ride a bike now." Hotch smiled at the thought of his son and I smiled at him too.

"That's great! I bet you're very proud." I don't know why but I placed my hand on his, smiling at him until I realized what I was doing. "Shit... Sorry..." My cheeks flushed and I looked away.

"It's fine Clara." He cleared his throat and checked his watch. "I have to go back into the office, I'll get JJ to come back and sort out some arrangements for you." He stood and I sighed.

"Right... Thanks." I watched him walk away and I was alone again, suddenly feeling very exposed. I swallowed deeply, pulling the bedding over me a little more and sinking back into the bed. Knowing I was with Morgan and Hotch made me feel safe, I know Christian is dead but that doesn't stop the feeling that he could still hurt me. Goosebumps raised on my skin and I tried to take a steady breath, trying to calm myself.

"Clara?"

I quickly opened my eyes to see Reid wheeling himself in in a chair. "Doc!" I pulled the bedding off me and slowly shuffled myself to dangle my legs off the edge of the bed – ignoring the pain. "I'm so sorry..." I unclipped myself from the monitor causing it to start beeping louder at me as he positioned himself in front of me, pushing himself up and out the chair to stand.

"Why? You didn't do this to me."

I slid off the bed, my legs shaking as I wrapped my arms around his waist – tears rolling down my cheeks again, my ear pressed against his heart – it's beat strong. "I thought he killed you..." He wrapped his arms around me, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

"I think he thought the same too."

I looked up at him to see him looking back down at me – his eyes sad. "Don't look at me like that."

"What's going on in here? Miss Davis you should be in bed." A nurse walked in and I lifted my hand at her, stopping her.

"You can come in to turn that thing off, otherwise give me a minute."

"You aren't fit enough to be standing." She insisted and I rolled my eyes, sitting back onto the bed and letting her clip me back up to the monitor. "Please don't get out of bed unless it's under medical supervision."

"Fine..." I muttered as she walked away. "Sit." I tapped the space next to me and Reid took it, I turned my body to face him. "What did he do...?"

"Honestly? I don't really remember, after he knocked me out it's all kind of fuzzy."

I dipped my head onto his shoulder. "What did he do to you Clara?" I bit my lip, fighting the images flashing into my head.

"Don't make me remember..." I whispered and he took my hand in his, gripping it tightly.

"You'll get through this, I've been where you are – if I can do it, you can too."

I lifted my head to look at the face I've learned to love. "I'm not sure if I can Doc."

"Of course you can, you've got me to help you." He tucked my hair behind my ear. "And the rest of the team."

I went silent, looking down at our hands. "I... I'm going back to England."

"Oh..."

I lifted my eyes to see the sadness in his face and I fought back the tears. "I just need some time away from everything..."

"Permanently?"

"For now, it will be until I've recovered." I squeezed his hand, biting my lip. "But you can come visit – you'd love London..."

He nodded slowly, looking away from me. "Are you quitting the BAU?"

"I haven't even thought about that yet..."

He pulled his hands out of mine and stood up, moving back to his wheelchair. "Doc don't go..."

"I'm getting discharged today. I've got to go pack my things."

I nodded slowly, understanding that wasn't the real reason. "Right... Sure. Come see me before you go?"

He turned and began wheeling himself out the room. "If I have time."

Reid left me sat there feeling awful, I've just got him back but now I've told him I'm leaving for a while it's like I've lost him all over again. I rubbed my hands over my face, holding back the urge to scream. Was I doing the right thing? I wasn't the only one to go through a traumatic event, Reid did too and by the way he reacted to finding out I'm leaving, maybe he wanted me around more than he's letting on. I let out a deep sigh, feeling tired. I need to think about my options very carefully or I may just lose the only people I care about and who actually care about me.