It was a Wednesday evening when Garcia, JJ Will arrived at the hospital, waiting to visit their youngest team member. They were the only three who had time to visit Spencer since everyone else was busy doing their own thing. They knew this was good news to be visiting for, Spencer possibly waking up. But they couldn't help just to feel anxious. Could Spencer have brain damage? Will he ever be the same again? They could only hope and pray for positive answers.

Moved from the ICU and into recovery, Reid's condition hasn't changed yet. He has yet to wake up, but the doctors are grateful he is able to breathe on his own now. It's a small step towards recovery, and everyone can't help but feel excitement upon hearing the news.

Not many people were allowed to cram in the recovery room at once, so JJ Garcia were the first to see him. JJ couldn't help but notice Reid's physical appearance improved dramatically from the last time she saw him. The bags under his eyes weren't as sunken in, he gained a little weight and wasn't nearly as pale. All they need now is for him to open his eyes.

"I hope he's going to make a full recovery." JJ almost whispered.

"Oh, honey, he will. He's going to go back to reading hundreds of books on a weekly basis really soon, I promise." Garcia tried to comfort JJ, but not knowing who she was really trying to convince.

They were soon interrupted by a nurse coming to check Spencer's vital signs. "Sorry to interrupt, I won't be here long." The nurse said with a genuine smile on her face. She carefully removed the oxygen mask from his face, and checked his temperature. She seemed displeased with the result, a very small fever of 99.9 degrees. It was something to keep an eye on, but not to worry about unless it reached over 102.3 degrees.

"What is it?" Garcia asked the nurse, slight worry in her voice.

"Nothing to worry about, just a small spike in his fever. Do you need guys anything, a water or snacks?"

They all shook their head no and thanked her with a smile. After the nurse left, JJ broke the silence.

"I'm just worried he won't wake up."

"I know you are, baby." Garcia replies. "But he's improving, you know this. Breathing on his own is a big step towards recovery."

Will didn't say much. He was there for his wife and only for that purpose. Nothing against Spencer, he just wanted to show JJ that he was there for her.

Almost half an hour later, they were leaving the hospital as they had strict visiting hours for the recovery patients. JJ Garcia wished to stay longer, they hated leaving Spencer alone in the care of complete strangers. They had to trust the staff and their work.

A few days had passed, and it was almost the weekend. Of course, the team never didn't work on weekends but they had a lot more free time due to not as many cases being reported to them. That left Morgan right back at the hospital visiting his best friend, waiting for him to awake. Morgan did this every other day when he had a chance. He loved that kid, and truly has shown it in the past few weeks. He occasionally would bring books to read to him, as funny as it sounded he genuinely believed Spencer could hear him and hoped it would help wake him. It wasn't until early one morning while Morgan was watching the TV, that he noticed Spencer moving. Moving? Is he seeing things? No, definitely not. This was for sure Spencer.

"Hey! I need a doc in here, someone." Morgan raised his voice but didn't yell. A nurse peeked her head in to see what's wrong.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," Morgan replied. "Not at all. I just.. I think he's waking up."

The nurse gave him a quick smile. "I'll grab someone for you."

Morgan looked back towards Spencer and noticed his furrowed brow and what looked like his eyes moving under his lids.

With a chuckle, Morgan started patting Reid's shoulder. "Morning, sleeping beauty." He didn't expect to get a response, but was greeted with a pained moan.

"Someone deciding to come to?" Asked the doctor, announcing his entrance.

"Look. His eyes."

The doc grabbed his penlight and shined a light in Spencer's eye, lifting his eyelid.

Spencer's eyes tried to focus to the light, but tried squinting when it became too much.

Retracting the light, his doctor smiled. "Glad you decided to be with us today, Spencer. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

With no response, Spencer reopened his eyes and slowly began to remember in bits and pieces of the incident that happened a few weeks prior. The child. The ambulance. The voices speaking either about or to him.

"Do you remember anything, Spencer? Like, where you are?"

A concentrated look showed on Reid's face, and after 5 seconds he just shook his head "no". Reid wanted to talk, to use his voice after not being conscious for so long. His throat told him otherwise. God, it was so sore. He would do anything for some water. Almost as if someone read his mind, some water in a styrofoam cup was placed in front of him. "You must be thirsty, drink this slowly." Morgan adds.

"Morgan?" He spoke for the first time, in a raspy voice.

"Yeah kid, it's me." Morgan replied with a smile, gesturing towards the cup of water. Reid tried to lift his arm, but was caught off guard by how difficult it was. It felt as if some weights were tied to his arms and legs, making him use twice the effort to reach towards the water he desperately wanted. Before he could even take a sip, a unexpected twitch in his arm caused him to spill water all over himself. "Oh, god. I-I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, accidents happen." Morgan stepped in.

"I'll grab you a different gown and some towels and when I come back, we can check on your wound again." The doctor spoke, then left.

Wound? What wound? Reid thought to himself. He tries to push himself up to a sitting position, but was interrupted by the hot pain in his lower left rib area.

"Kid, lay back down. Your body has been through a lot. Don't expect to be running a mile just yet."

"What exactly happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not everything.. I-I just remember the unsub, the children and being i-in an ambulance." Reid almost started to hyperventilate remembering certain parts.

"Calm down, calm down. You're gonna pass out by getting yourself worked up like that."

Morgan couldn't help but notice Reid was stuttering his I's. He made a mental note of it, but hoped it was only because he had just woken from a coma, and nothing permanent.

"Sorry, don't feel good."

"I know, kid. Do you want me to call everyone up here to see you? I'm sure they'll be super excited, but if you're not up to it I'm sure they'll understand."

"The team?" Reid replied with genuine confusion.

"You know, Emily, Hotch, JJ, Garcia and Rossi?" Morgan expressed concern as Reid was visibly confused trying to remember his second family.

The names were familiar to him, except he just couldn't put faces to names. He's heard these names before, but for the life of him just could not remember their faces.

"Who?" Reid looked up towards Morgan, with unintentional puppy eyes.

Oh, no. This couldn't be good.

"Doctor?" Morgan turned around to see Reid's doctor with a new gown and blankets in his hands. "Can I talk to you outside?" Reid gave them a concerned look, not understanding why they'd need to talk outside of the room. 'What did I do?' Reid thought to himself.

After the doctor cleaned the little spill and checked Spencer's stitches, he stepped outside with Morgan.

"Whats going on with him?" Morgan asked.

"You're going to have to be more specific than that."

"He isn't remembering the rest of his family. I said their names, but he acted like it was the first time he'd ever heard it."

Memory loss. Difficulty in speech. The random jerks his body gives. This could mean many things, but all the signs were pointing to a brain injury.

-To be continued.-