Sorry it's been so long! I haven't forgotten this fic! I rewatched the episode to get me inspired to write some more.

They had managed to get the tube out in time. The doctor had said that was actually a good thing, even though he choked on it it meant that he could breathe on his own.

It still pained Morgan for Reid to be in a coma like this. He just wished the kid would wake up. He was begining to miss Reid's constant rambles.

They stood as they waited impatiently for the army to bring the cure over. Finally they did and Morgan watched with a wave of proctectivness as Linda pierced Reid's arm with a needle.

"Now what?" Garcia asked her. Linda sighed.

"Now we wait."

They nodded. Waiting was the worst.

"What are you doing?" JJ asked as another needle was stuck in Reid.

"Pain meds," Linda told her. "I just want to be cautious, in case he's in pain and can't tell us."

"Thanks," Morgan said softly.

A few minutes later Hotch, Rossi and Emily arrived.

"How is he?" Emily asked in a breathless tone.

"Still in a coma," Morgan sighed.

"But he's been given the cure," JJ added.

"Now all we do is wait," said Garcia slowly as she brushed Reid's hair away from his face.

"He'll wake up soon, right?" Hotch asked, worry in his voice.

"Oh yes," Linda said quickly. "The coma's only temporary and he should be awake in a day or two."

That got another breath of relief.

Slowly the hours past and Reid still didn't wake up.

"I'm going to see how Henry's doing," JJ said suddenly and kissed Reid on the cheek before she left.

"You all should go too," Morgan said suddenly. "I'll stay with Reid."

"So will I," Garcia said.

"No babygirl, go home and get some rest."

"You should know me by now, that I won't be getting any rest as long as Reid's like this." He sighed and nodded.

"All right, but the rest of you go."

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked. Morgan glanced at it.

"Go and see your son, Hotch. I know you want to. I'll let you all know as soon as Reid wakes up."

Slowly they all nodded. Before they left they stole one more glance at Dr. Spencer Reid. He looked so weak, laying there. So pale.

It terrified them all how close they had been to losing him.

Morgan and Garcia settled in for a long night.

The niext morning Reid slowly found himself weakly opening his eyes. He glanced around and noticed he was in hospital. He saw Morgan leaning his head against Garcia's shoulders. Both were sleeping. He frowned and rubbed his eyes.

"What happened?"

The question jolted both awake, they were only half asleep.

"Reid!" Relief filled Garcia's voice as Morgan shouted for Linda to come in here, that Reid was awake.

"How are you feeling, kid?" He asked as he pushed the chair closer.

Reid frowned again.

"Tired," he said. "Confused." He realized his voice was dry and sratchy.

"You were poisoned pretty bad," Garcia said softly. "But we were able to find the cure just in time."

"You were in a coma," Morgan added.

"I was?"

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Dr. Reid," Linda said with a smile as she entered the room.

He nodded, still trying to understand everything that happened.

"You had us really scared for a while, kid," said Morgan.

"Don't EVER do that again,"scolded Garcia, which caused him to smile.

"I won't," he assured her.

"Here," Linda said and he almost jerked his arm back when she stabbed him as softly as she could in his arm with a needle. "Some pain medication."

"I said I didn't want any before," he said, his voice harsh.

"As a doctor I cannot sit back and not make sure my patient isn't in pain," she retorted.

"Did you give me any when I was in the coma?"

"Yes."

"You had no right." His voice shook. She stared at him.

"Again as a doctor I had every right. I didn't want you to be in pain and not be able to express it."

"She was only trying to help, Reid," Morgan said, clearly surprised.

"She should haven't," Rieid snapped, jerking his arm back.

"I'm sorry..."Linda's voice trailed off.

"It's all right," Garcia assured her. "He's just overreacting." She glared at Reid.

"No I'm not, I don't like drugs being forced into my body."

Suddenly Morgan understood. It was all about the drugs.

"It's not your fault," he told her. "Reid was kidnapped a couple of years ago. He was tortured and given some fairly addictive drugs. Ever since I guess he doesn't like drugs being forced into him, no matter what the situation is."

"Oh my God." She put her hand to her mouth as she stared at the young man. "I had...no idea."

"It's not something I broadcast," he said softly as he lowered his eyes, feeling guilty for snapping. She raised her hands quickly.

"No more pain meds, unless you request it."

He nodded.

"Thank you...and sorry for snapping earlier.

"It's all right, really." Her eyes watered at the thought of this innocent nice young man being so cruelly tortured and drugged. No wonder he was so resistent back there in the man's office about the pain meds. Slowly she left and Reid sighed.

"I'm sorry," he added to them. Garcia squeezed his hand.

"Don't be," she said quietly. Reid swallowed and looked away as he thought about the drugs entering his body.

He prayed it wouldn't be like the last time. That he wouldn't get addicted again, because if he did he wasn't sure if he had the strength to fight a drug addiction for the third time.

Should I continue?