The Missing |~| Criminal Minds Fanfic-Book 2

*Fixing What's Broken*

Light had peak through the currents and shine right into my face. In a flinch, I woke up with an obnoxious sound, quickly looking around, finding myself on a bed in a familiar room.

I suddenly look to my left and to that side empty. I throw my head back on the pillow and mutter a curse under my own breath.

Staring at the ceiling, I hear my muscles and bones ache and bellow with every movement I have seen to make. I hiss through my teeth as I force myself to sit up on the king size mattress.

My back pressure point with a crack. My ribs throb severely. My forehead pounds dramatically. My hips cried. My legs screamed. My wrist burns. My collarbone shriek. Every gash, rash, and bruise ache profusely.

Looking around, I see the crutches to my right and I grab them with a heavy sigh.

My head hangs low as my wrist cries in pain. As I grip the handles.

"One, two, three."

I pull myself up and try to get my balance as I lose all feeling in my legs immediately. I use the crutches to support my lightweight as I struggle to stand myself up.

I gasp quite quickly as I begin to feel the tingling and stand up slowly. 

I look around as I catch my breath. The black out curtains hold most sunlight away, most times they were never closed. The familiar room hold powerful memories as I try to force myself to look away.

My breath shutters as tears filled my eyes. My heart ache as my chest felt empty. My stomach sunk low, leaving a nauseous feeling constantly. Chills ran down my spine as I wipe my face, clearing away the tears and dreadfulness of my mind.

Spencer is gone. Mentally.

And he's not returning anytime soon.

I shake my head and made my way to the doorway. Looking left and right in the upstairs hallway, before making my way to the stairs.

I linger at the top as I roll my eyes and curse under my shuttering breath.

I begin to gently sat myself down on the top stair and push the crutches down the stairs.

"This flipping sucks." I mumble as I slowly push myself closer to the lower level.

I look around as I reach for the fallen crutches, looking for Spencer specifically.

I stand myself up, hopping on the one good leg I had as I position the crutches under my arms. I slowly make my way into the living room.

"Spencer?" I call out as I look around aimlessly.

I heave a breath as I work my way towards the kitchen. "Reid?"

I look around in a 360 circle and left with a confuse look on my broken face.

I hear the front door creaks open. "Yes, Morgan, I get it. Keep an eye on her and make sure she takes her medicine."

I quickly shush myself as I slowly made my way through the opening to the hallway. "Yeah, she's sleeping right now upstairs. She woke up early this morning, but was out cold ten minutes later."

"Did she say anything this morning? Pain of any sorts? Or why she woke up?" I hear Morgan over speaker phone.

"She said that she was in pain and discomfort, but never specifically where she had it, but pain and discomfort is typically normal after an accident. She also stated she woke up from night terrors."

"Night terrors?"

"They are practically a more scary episode and more larger scale of fear than a regular nightmare. Underlying causes could be her head injury or medication, but didn't you say she hasn't slept in a long time?"