Morgan's Home
Morgan drove him home, Reid sitting in the passenger seat. His head didnt hurt anymore, and they had given him medication for his shoulder. His car was totaled, but he wouldnt worry about that now.
"You know you can take me home." Reid said, eyeing Morgan from the corner of his eye.
"No, no." Morgan said. "You need some one to take care of you."
"I don't. I just hadnt eaten in a while, I got caught up in -." Reid protested but Morgan hushed him.
"We'll have fun. After all, we have two days to get you back into good health. We don't have to be back until Monday."
Morgan helped him inside and got him set up on the couch with a pillow and a blanket. "You can watch tv, or something. I won't make you sleep, although Gideon does want you to be mindful of how much sleep youre getting."
"I don't really watch tv. All my papers were in my car, and my book..." Reid said. His car was getting towed. He would have to get a ride to get his belongings.
"I have some books you can read." Morgan offered, but Reid shook his head.
"I think I'll just get some sleep."
"Okay. Ill just be in my bedroom if you need something, yeah? Dont be afraid to come wake me up." He said before leaving.
Reid knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. The nightmares were much too vivid. He often had dreams of being held at gun point. He woke up many times through out the night in cold swests, struggling to breathe and it wasnt until he realized that he was safe that he could calm down.
When Morgan woke up, he was surprised to find Reid already awake. "Sleep okay?" He asked, pausing in the living room doorway.
"Fine." Reid lied. Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"I don't believe you one bit. You look rough, pretty boy. Like, really rough." He made his way over to the couch to sit next to Reid, still his flannel pajama pants and a white t shirt. Reid was wearing what he had been released from the hospital in.
"Well, I did get into a car accident. Stress and trauma..." Reid said.
"Have you thought about seeing some one? A therapist?"
"I don't need to see a therapist. Occupational stress is to be expected in this line of work. I need everything to get back to normal." Reid snapped.
Morgan nodded, he didnt want to push him any further. "Okay. Okay. Thats fine, I was just asking. Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"Im not hungry." Reid lied, despite the fact that his stomach was grumbling.
"Reid. The longer you fight letting us help, the worse you are going to get. None of us want to see you end up in a hospital again, okay? Do you like pancakes or waffles?" Morgan asked him.
"There is nothing wrong with me, Morgan." He said, but relented slowly. "How about... do you have any fruit?" Lots of sugar, few carbs, and easy to get out the same eay you got it in.
"Yeah, of course. Let me go see." Morgan said, leaving Reid to sit on the couch. Reid pulled the blanket around him tightly, waiting. He knew this was going to be difficult