Wheels Down| Spencer Reid

9

The good news is they aren't going to have to amputate my leg. That's what the doctors were worried about, but my infection is starting to properly heal.

They said I'm lucky. Is this what luck feels like? I feel like I did die in the woods. Watching my friends slowly start to hate me, and watching them slowly die right in front of me- it broke me. How am I supposed to feel lucky?

At least the remaining members of the BAU are together. Rossi's funeral is a few days from now, and I'm being discharged today. Everybody else was discharged a few days ago, only having concussions and severe dehydration.

Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan will be there. I'm not ready to see them; I still haven't even seen my mom yet.

I don't think she knows the jet crashed. Maybe it's for the better. She would definitely freak out.

A/N:
Sorry this was short and sucky, next chapter will be a little longer :)

Also I'm finished writing this and you know what that means: a new fic will be up soon! It's a good one (especially if you liked reprise)