Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds

Chapter Seven

I was released from the hospital a few days later. They just put me on bed rest for another week. I had a few broken ribs, he busted a blood vessel in my eye so one of them are red, a broken nose, both eyes are black, stitches above my eyebrows and on my arm, a long scar on my stomach from the surgery. I woke up this morning in the hospital bed, alone. I thought maybe Reid went to go get some coffee or went home. I called him multiple times but he never answered, after they told me I could leave, I called Morgan to come get me. He drove me home.

"Have you heard from Reid?" I asked as we stopped at a red light.

He looked at me for a second with worry in with eyes before looking back to the road. "He uh he hasn't showed up for work since that night, we figured he was with you."

"Well he's not." I frown. What if the kiss drove him away? I closed my eyes and held my face in my hands.

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone." I say. He nods. "They night he came in and he started rambling about how he thought I was dead, I told him to kiss me, he didn't seem to have an issue wIth it, he did it, then he disappears."

"Are you trying to say maybe he didn't like it?" Morgan asks then chuckles. "You don't see the way he looks at you. He's so comfortable around you, considering he's socially awkward. His face lights up when you walk in the room. He's in love with you Sarah, no one can doubt that, not even him."

I nod as he pulls into my apartment complex. I get out while and try to walk but my ribs and stomach hurts too much. I groan and balance myself on the side of the building. Morgan runs over and asks me if I'm okay. I brush him off and mumble a yeah. I keep walking until I get to the stairs, I go up about 2 steps before sitting down, trying to catch my breath.

"Okay yeah, come here." He puts his bag around his shoulder and pulls me up, he picks me up bridal style and carries me up the stairs. We get to my apartment and I unlock the door. He sets me down on the couch and I give him a hug. He squeezes my arm. "He'll come back."

I nod and he leaves. I lay on the couch for a little bit before struggling to get to the bed, I can't breath as I lay down in my bed. I couldn't help as the cries escaped. I ruined a relationship, someone who meant so much to me, he's gone, our relationship will never be same.

I need him right now, but instead, I drove him away. I was struggling to breath as the sobs escaped my mouth, suddenly I couldn't breath, I was hyperventilating. I sat up and tried to calm my breathing but but it was getting impossible, I was having another panic attack. It was extremely rare of me to have a panic attack, but here I've had two in the past two days. In my entire life, I've had less than 5. I didn't know what to do, I never got to a book about this. I tried to stop my breathing but I couldn't. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, I held my nose and covered my mouth, but it wasn't enough, all I remember was a loud gasp of air before losing consciousness.

I woke up in a hospital in a bed. I had a mask over my face and I could hear the loud beeping of the heart monitor. I sat up and tore the mask off, then the IV out. I got up and started getting dressed. Morgan comes in the room moments later.

"Hey hey where are you going? I was gone two minutes." He says.

"I'm fine, I'm going home." I say and get dressed.

"You weren't breathing for 6 minutes." He says.

"I'm breathing fine now, I'm going home." I say and grab my bag, starting walking out. I suddenly had a stabbing pain in my ribs and bent over, wheezing.