Do You?

Eleven

    I sat in the waiting room, taping the armrest nervously, anxious for any news about Spencer.
     A nurse stepped over to me. "Is there anybody you'd like me to call for you?" He asked me.
     "O-oh, I need to call my team." I stood up abruptly, and was surprised by the nurse's shortness.
     "There's a payphone right over there," he explained, pointing towards the back corner.
     "Thanks," I called out, walking towards it.
     I placed a quarter in the machine, and punched in Hoctch's number, listening to the sharp ringing.
     "Agent Arron Hotchner speaking."
     I let out a shaky sigh. "Hotch," I breathed.
     "Morgan?" He sounded a bit angry. "Where the hell are you? We caught the unsubs-"
     "Was there five of them?" I asked, cutting him off."
     "Yeah how'd you know?" He questioned me suspiciously.
     "I'm at the hospital. I don't know which one. I'll explain when you get here." I hung up before I could get an answer.
     "Derek Morgan?"
     I turned around, coming face to face with a doctor. "Oh. Yes?" I asked.
     "Spencer Reid is asking for you," he informed me.
     "Is he ok?" I asked immediately.
     "He is suffering from minor hypothermia, and severe laceration wounds to his torso and thighs, but with a little rest, he'll be better I no time."
     "Can I see him?" I inquired excitedly.
     "Yes. He's in room 216. Second floor."
     "Thank you!"
     I quietly knocked on door 216, and poked my head inside.
     "Hey Derek!" Spencer whisper yelled.
     "Hey pretty boy." I smiled as I walked all the way in, but it fell a fraction when I saw him. Spencer looked so much worse in the bright lights.
     His face was covered in bruises, with a large gash on his forehead, and his bare chest was sliced to pieces. He had an IV stuck in his arm as well.
     He smiled softly at me. "I look a little rough huh?"
     I smiled back. "Maybe just a little."
     "Well you don't look that great either," he informed me.
     "Oh?" I asked.
     Spencer pointed at his face. "Lil bit bruised."
     I shrugged my shoulders. "It's ok. At least you're safe."
     I took a seat in a faux leather recliner beside Spencer. I brushed his hair out of his face, and I placed my lips on his forehead. He hummed contently.
     I knock on the door sent us flying apart.
     "Come in," Spencer called out shakily.
     Hotch and Rossi bursted in. "What the hell is going on?" Hotch asked, looking between Spencer and I angrily, but quickly softening up once he saw Spencer's state.
     Spencer bit his lip, looking at me. I took it as my cue to explain.
     "Well..."