Wheels Down| Spencer Reid

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I don't want to be in this helicopter. I don't want to leave the ground.

What if it crashes again? That horrible thought won't leave my mind.

They're taking us all to the nearest hospital. I don't think I need it. The cut on my leg isn't as bad at as it was earlier, and besides, I'm still alive. That's all that really matters. My injuries are minor.

Nevertheless, I'm having a tough time staying conscious. I feel like any moment the helicopter is going to fall out of the sky and plummet to the ground. Every time a bit of turbulence hits I can feel my stomach churn.

Apparently they found us by tracking the jet's last known location and tracing that path towards our destination. We were in the woods near the state line of Nevada and California, which explains the heat.

I keep telling them that I'm fine. Why won't they believe me? One of the paramedics said that the cut on my leg is still infected, and that I have a fever.

I feel fine. What they need to do is get to Rossi. His cut is a lot worse. Poor Rossi. I hope he feels better soon.

A/N: Spencer is: not okay