He woke up.
He sat and sifted through the fog clogging his mind, still in bed, frozen in time with an utter lack of urgency.
He was aware of it all, the fact that he was for sure awake, in a bed, and had nothing to do today.
"Time to get up... i have to get up. I have to get up. I have to get up." He thought, lying with his mouth perched open dumbly- his breath drying the spit on his teeth.
He realized that he did not have to get up.
Frustrated at his own useless stupor, he suddenly rose.
As he stood he felt his knees crack and his heart drop to the floor. He looked downward as if to find it- to pick it up and fit it back into his chest. Though, nothing was on the floor, and so the place where his heart once sat was hollow and empty.
Perhaps it had fallen through the floorboards.
He walked to the bathroom.
His one redeeming trait was in ruins.
His head was broken.. it felt like it was on fire. The smoke drifted through his body, wrapping around his bones, tightening his muscles and filling the hole in his chest.
Reid dropped to his knees. His fingers gripped the sink and his arms stung against the cold porcelain. He was in pain.
Pain.
Pain.
He groaned.
Then he screamed.
Did the neighbors hear?
He imagined the team finding out. He thought about the pity. The sickening humiliating pity.
Pathetic
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What do you give Reid?
A hamster
Pizza
Nothing
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