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Morgan sat next to Reid as they wired him up to several different kind of monitors. He could tell the kid was nervous.

"It's going to be okay, Reid," he said quietly and squeezed the young man's hand.

"I hate hospitals," Reid muttered.

"No one likes hospitals, Reid."

"I really don't like them...I remember waiting in the room with my dad as they did a bunch of tests on my mom...To find out what was wrong with her. I hated the waiting."

Morgan nodded.

"Try not to think about that now."

"And there was one time she got really ill and had to stay for a while...I sat with her in the room but I remember thinking how pale and weak she seemed. I had to stay with my neighbor."

"Let's think about something else," Morgan urged him. Reid nodded.

Morgan wanted to ask why didn't Reid tell him about the nightmares but didn't want to upset the kid.

He sat there until Reid let exhaustion sweep over him.

"I'm not strong enough," Reid sobbed as he started to dig his own grave.

"I don't care! Dig now!" Charles bellowed.

The dirt smelled fresh.

He was going to die. This was it.

Buried alive...he had heard horror stories of people trying to claw their way out and failing to do so...now he was a part of those stories...of that myth.

"Get in!" He climbed in the grave. "Lay down!"

"Please," he sobbed. "Please don't."

"LAY DOWN!" Terrified he obeyed and felt the dirt piling onto his clothes, covering his eyelids.

Morgan was shaking Reid who was jerking almost uncontrollably on the bed. The monitors were beeping like crazy as Dr. Thomas rushed in.

"Reid!" Shouted Morgan. "Reid wake up!"

Reid's eyes shot wide open, but the way he was struggling with Morgan it was clear he was still dreaming.

"Spencer, you're all right," Dr. Thomas told him as he tried to fight Morgan's grip, still in his dreamworld. "It's all right! You're awake! You're safe!"

Morgan did the only thing he could think of and slapped Reid. Reid sat there, blinking and gasping and trying to regain control of his body.

He looked at the them fearfully.

"What...happened?"

"You were having a nightmare, and a bad one by the looks of it," Morgan said, still shaking from the incident.

Dr. Thomas checked the monitors.

"It didn't take a trained eye to see you were in distress," he said. "You're heart was beating abnormally fast. That could wind up to be potientally dangerous in the future."

He sat at the edge of the bed.

"What was the dream about?"

Reid was still gasping for breath.

"Take it easy kid," Morgan said as he rubbed Reid's back. "You're safe now."

Dr. Thomas handed Reid a glass of water.

"Drink this, it'll help calm you."

Reid obeyed, glad to have something to hold, something to do.

"Just take your time," Dr. Thomas added.

"It wasn't that long of a dream," Reid mumbled as he sat the glass back down.

They said nothing but waited for him to continue.

"It was Charlies burying me alive," he finally sighed. Morgan closed his eyes. It was clear Reid hadn't gotten over being forced to dig your own grave. He wasn't sure if he would.

Dr. Thomas nodded.

"Is this...a reaccuring dream? Him burying you alive?"

Reid nodded.

"A lot of times the team's above me but they don't know where I am so they leave..."

"Jesus," Morgan muttered.

Dr. Thomas sighed as he saw the kid was still exhausted.

"All right. I want you to try sleeping again and if you still wake up with a bad dream we'll give you some pills."

Reid nodded. Morgan could tell he wasn't getting any sleep anytime soon but all he cared about was making sure those nightmares went away.

He hated not being able to protect the kid from this.

He watched as Reid tried to drift asleep.

The others came into the room and were about to say something when they noticed Reid was still asleep. Morgan fluttered his eyes open and shook his head quickly at the group. He ushured them out the room.

"Finally," sighed JJ with a smile.

"Yeah after taking some pills," muttered Morgan.

"He couldn't sleep on his own?" Hotch asked and Morgan shook his head.

"He had two nightmares before they gave him a pill and then they gave him another pill when the first one wasn't strong enough and he woke up for a third time...the amount of times that kid wakes from his nightmares I'm stunned he's able to get out of bed."

He rubbed his forehead.

"We're gonna have to find him a therapist," he added and Hotch nodded.

"I'll start looking for one."

"A sleep therapist, right?" Garcia asked.

"That's right babygirl." She nodded.

"I have a friend who's a sleep therapist. I could give him a call."

"That'd be great," Morgan said as he kissed her forehead. He headed back to the room.

"Wait," said Rossi. "Where are you going?"

"Back there...with Reid."

"You're gonna need sleep too, unless you want to wind up like him," Emily told him. He sighed/.

"He's not staying alone.

"I'll stay," Hotch said, surprising them all. "Rossi, you can take over at the office for the day."

They nodded.

"Call me if there's any changes," Morgan told Hotch who nodded and lsowly all of them left as they tried not to worry too much about Reid.

Morgan couldn't get that night out of his head.

He didn't want to tell anyone but he was truly scared for what Reid was going through and wondered if he could ever truly recover from something like this, from something you couldn't control.