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Because he was so caught up in keeping pressure on Spencer’s wound, Morgan didn’t even think about how Spencer would react when the paramedics came running up. His brain was locked on the blood that was pooling around his best friend; on trying to keep as much of that blood inside as possible. It clouded his thinking enough that the paramedics reached them and one touched Spencer. That was all it took to bring everything crashing back into Morgan’s brain.
The younger man screamed, his eyes going wide and distant, losing any look of coherency in them at all. Panic and instinct took over. Even as he screamed, Spencer was jerking away, trying to get as far from the touch as possible, paying no mind to the injury on his body. It pained Morgan to realize that Spencer probably barely noticed that he was injured; he had been through so much worse.
“Spencer!” Morgan called loudly. He needed to break through the panic as quickly as he could. The last time Spencer had been cornered by medics, he had lashed out and injured them. Morgan clearly remembered the video that had showed how Spencer had reacted when he’d been rescued. They did not need a repeat performance.
At the same time that Morgan moved, his hands still gripping Spencer’s arm, Clooney darted in the small space between them and the medics and started to snarl. Not just growl, but snarl. He was standing protectively in front of Spencer, daring anyone to get past him. The scene was almost instant chaos. One paramedic had scrambled backwards at the scream and then more so once Clooney moved in. The other paramedic was still standing, one hand on his partner’s shoulder.
Damn. Both of them were men. That was going to make this more difficult. Morgan knew he had to deal with that in a moment, though. First priority was calming Spencer and making sure Clooney bit no one. With one deep breath, Morgan forced himself to treat this like it was a job. Push emotion down and deal with the situation in the best way possible. Emotions could be dealt with later.
“Clooney!” he barked out as he gave a sharp tug to the leash. “Down! Now!” Even as protective as Clooney was of Spencer, he knew the sound of command in his master’s voice and stepped off to the side where Morgan led him, sitting down. But he did sit directly by Spencer’s head. For the moment, Morgan let that be. He turned his eyes to Spencer. “Pretty boy, look at me now. Look at me, not them, ok?”
When those wide eyes turned to him, Morgan saw that his friend wasn’t all the way there. He wasn’t going to stay calm for this. There was no possible way he would mellow enough to be touched by a group of paramedics. How were they going to handle this? He tried to reason with him though he knew it wasn’t going to work. “Listen to me, kid. You’ve been shot and you need medical help that I can’t give. You need to let these guys help you, ok?”
“Please, no!” Spencer whispered brokenly. “Please, I’ll be fine, I swear. I won’t complain! I’ll clean it up, I will, I swear. Just please, don’t make me go with them. Don’t let them touch me, please. Please! I’ll do anything.”
Just like that, Spencer’s newfound bravery was gone. Not that Morgan could blame him. The kid had been prepared to take baby steps toward recovery. This was a humongous jump forward and one that Morgan knew it wasn’t fair to ask Spencer to take. His heart thudded in his chest as he watched more and more blood come from Spencer’s arms; as he looked at those eyes so full of fear and pain and just begging him to save him.
“Spencer, I swear to you, I’ll stay with you the entire time, ok?” Morgan tried to assure him firmly and quickly. He needed to be treated. “I won’t let them do anything they’re not supposed to.”
Spencer wasn’t having any of it. “I’ll be fine, Morgan, really. Just give me some bandages and I’ll take care of it. I know how, I really do! I promise, I won’t be any bother. Please, just please, don’t let them take me away. Don’t let them touch me. I don’t want them touching me.”
Emotion clogged Morgan’s throat. He couldn’t stop himself from bending down and pressing their foreheads together for just a single instant. His hands were still tightly clamped over the wound. “You were shot, sugar.” He said hoarsely. “I know this is scary and I know you don’t want anyone touching you, but I can’t just let you go home like nothing happened. What if you got sick from this? What if there are fragments in there or something? Or an infection set it? I couldn’t handle it if something more happened to you. Especially if you were right and this was meant for me. Please, Spencer, I’m doing something I never do. I’m begging you. Let them treat you.”
For a long moment the two stared into each other’s eyes. Morgan could have wept with relief when he saw Spencer’s eyes start to clear a little. “You’ll…you’ll protect me?” His voice was small, but it was steadier than it had been.
Morgan let out a ragged breath. “With my life. No one will hurt you.”
“You’ll only let them treat my arm? Nothing else unless it’s life threatening?”
“I promise.”
Again, a pause. Then Spencer turned his head to look at the paramedics. His eyes were still clear, but the panic sat in the back of them as if it was simply waiting to rear back up. “Sedate me.” He told them. When they looked from Spencer to Morgan and back again, Spencer repeated himself. “I can’t promise to stay calm and not to panic. Morgan can explain it to the doctors, they’ll need to know why, but if any of you plan on touching me I suggest you sedate me. Now.”
Morgan looked up and nodded at them. He took a deep breath and held out his hand. “Give me the syringe and I’ll sedate him. It’ll be easier this way.”
Within moments he was holding the needle near Spencer’s skin, trying to stop his hands from shaking. The younger man looked at him, giving him a nod. “Do it, Morgan. I trust you.” Those three little words that were so important. Holding on to them, Morgan slid the needle in and released the fluids into his best friend’s system.
As Spencer’s eyes rolled up before sliding closed, the two paramedics rushed forward, taking Morgan’s place at Spencer’s arm.
That was when Morgan realized that he needed to figure out something to do with Clooney so he could ride to the hospital with Spencer. Almost as if someone was answering his prayers, Aaron and Dave came rushing forward with Emily not too far behind them. Morgan moved away from Spencer enough to allow the paramedics to get him on the gurney. He took advantage of the time to hand over Clooney’s leash to the first available hand; Dave’s.
“Spencer and I were walking Clooney and talking when he suddenly went still.” Morgan started reporting immediately. He had limited time. “He was looking at the street and I’d just turned to try and see what he saw when he was shouting and yanking me to the ground. There was the sound of a gunshot. After I called the ambulance and you, Hotch, I put pressure on and waited. But Spencer was lucid enough to tell me that the shot wasn’t meant for him. He says it was meant for me.”
The gurney was lifted and they started to wheel it over the grass to the street. Morgan immediately moved to follow them, cutting off his own words. “My house is unlocked!” he called back. “Just put Clooney in. We’ll see you at the hospital!”
When he reached the back of the ambulance, one of the medics tried to stop him. “Ride with your friends.” He suggested kindly. “He won’t wake enough to know you aren’t here. We need all the room we can get.”
“Like hell I will.” Morgan growled. He pulled out his badge and flashed it at the medic before skirting around him and climbing in the ambulance. “I’m Agent Morgan and this is Dr. Reid. We both work for the FBI and he was just shot at. Until we know there’s no threat, he goes nowhere alone.” Not that it would have mattered. Nothing would have separated him from the kid now; he’d made a promise. And if there’s one thing Morgan was known for, it was moving heaven and earth to keep his promises.
The two medics exchanged a quick look before deciding that there was no way they were going to be able to get this man out of the ambulance. They wasted no more time. Climbing inside, they went to work on his arm as the ambulance sped off down the road. Morgan held Spencer’s free hand between his, watching his face. The only time he looked up was to warn them. “He’s been through a traumatic experience and doesn’t react well to men, as you saw. If there’s any way he could be given a female doctor, I promise he’ll be calmer. Don’t count on the sedation to hold him under for long. His panic makes him burn it off a lot quicker. The last time he was corned and needed sedation, he injured five people before they managed to sedate him.” Then he turned his attention back to Spencer. No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t leaving him alone, no matter what.

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand more times.” Morgan hissed to the doctor standing in front of him. His eyes passed over every single doctor and nurse in the room, searing them with his glare. “I. Will. Not. Leave.” The body cradled against his gave yet another tremble that only served to firm Morgan’s resolve. There was no way in hell they were going to make him leave this room.
He’d had to fight from the instant they came in the hospital just to be able to stay with Spencer. By the time the ambulance had arrived, Spencer had burned off most of the sedative and had started to regain consciousness. Because the doctor hadn’t had time to waste arguing with Morgan, who had been gripping Spencer’s good hand tightly and refusing to leave him, they’d allowed Morgan to stay there while they’d numbed Spencer’s arm and inspected the wound. Once they were sure there were no fragments—the bullet had only tore through the meaty part of his arm. It was just a simple flesh would that needed stitched closed—they’d cleaned and stitched Spencer’s arm.
Why he had to leave now that they were done with the stitches, Morgan had no idea, but he wasn’t going for it. And Spencer, who was now fully awake, wasn’t going for it either. He had sat up and latched on to Morgan the instant that the doctors had started demanding the older man leave the room.
“We need to speak with Agent Reid and examine him.” The doctor, a woman named Tawny Dillon, glared right back at him. “As soon as it’s been determined that he’s in good condition, we’ll move him to a room for observation and you’ll be allowed back inside. But for now, we need you to leave.”
“And I’m telling you, I won’t leave him. Not for one minute. There is no viable reason that I need to leave him alone with you now that the procedure is done. Any examination that’s necessary can be done in my presence. After that, if it’s necessary, he’ll stay for observation and I’ll stay with him. I am not leaving him alone, Doctor.”
The woman turned to a nearby nurse. “Go get security.” She ordered. Then her eyes flashed back to Morgan. “I suggest that you step away now and move to the waiting room before I have security remove you and have you banned from the entire hospital. Now, Agent Morgan.”
When Morgan opened his mouth to start yelling again, he felt Spencer’s hand, which was currently fisted into his shirt, tug lightly to get his attention. Instantly he turned his eyes down to the young man who he was holding protectively in the shelter of his arms. “What is it, Spencer?” he murmured to him, his voice softer and kinder.
Spencer’s wide eyes drifted up toward his face, no other part of him moving. “They can see my injuries.” The young man whispered in a shaky voice. “They see how we are together and they want to check me over and talk to me and make sure you aren’t an abusive boyfriend.”
Those words had Morgan’s face going slack with shock for a moment. “They think I’m hitting you?”
“Hospital policy requires they investigate potential abuse situations. It’s standard protocol to have you leave if you’re a suspect. You know victims won’t answer honestly in front of their abusers. We did it all the time when we questioned witnesses, Morgan.”
The logic of it didn’t diminish the rage Morgan was feeling. His now furious eyes moved back to the doctor. “I have never and will never physically hurt Spencer.” In contrast to his earlier yelling, Morgan’s voice was now low, an almost lethal sound to it. He was working as hard as he could to contain his fury. “Not a one of these marks was caused by me.”
“I’m sorry, Agent Morgan, but we can’t simply take your word for that.” Doctor Tawny said calmly. “I need you to leave. Now. Security will be here any moment and you will be forcibly removed if it proves necessary.”
“Now listen here…!”
Again Spencer cut Morgan off. This time he didn’t pull on his shirt, but pushed up a little, moving so that he was still in Morgan’s arms but he could look over at the doctor. His voice was still shaky when he spoke, but there was a small amount of determination there. “I was taken captive two years ago.” Spencer said into the now silent room. No one paid any attention to the security guard that stepped in. The doctor and nurses were staring in surprise at the young man. “For two years I was held in the basement of a house where I was beaten within an inch of my life on an almost daily basis. I was beaten in ways you can’t ever begin to imagine and was sexually assaulted numerous times. Recently I was found and rescued and have been staying with Agent Morgan since then. I assure you, not a single wound on my body was caused by Morgan. And if you make him leave me, I will get up and walk right out the door with him.”
That speech was the most backbone that Morgan had seen Spencer have. With each word the kid had gained a little more strength to his voice until, at the end, he had sounded calm and firm. There was no doubt that he would do exactly as he said.
Sure that he had made an impact on them, Spencer settled back into Morgan’s arms. “I’ll go to a room for observation, because I know your concern is blood loss and potential infection. My body has a weaker immune system at the moment due to plenty of reasons.” For a second Spencer quavered before he seemed to find his voice again. “My blood loss was not severe. Class I Hemorrhage involves up to 15% of blood volume. There is typically no change in vital signs and fluid resuscitation is not usually necessary. There is no way I lost more than 15% blood volume. Therefore the only main concern is my lowered immune system and potential infection. So I’ll stay here as you wish. But I’m only staying one night. One. And no one makes Morgan leave.”
Though the others were now looking at Spencer with expressions that varied from surprise to consternation, Morgan felt pride swell up in him. Hearing Spencer ramble his facts like that was one of the most reassuring things for Morgan at the moment. It showed the Spencer that he knew and loved, buried underneath everything. To hear Spencer saying those words showed him not only that Spencer was still Spencer, but that he was gaining some of himself back. He was rambling, not just in front of Morgan, but in front of strangers. It was wonderful!
The door burst open, startling the entire room and making Spencer jump so badly he was almost dislodged from Morgan’s arms. The older agent held him closer and looked up to see who on earth was barging in that way. His entire body froze when he saw Aaron standing there. The look on his face told Morgan that whatever he had to say wasn’t going to be good.
His boss didn’t hesitate to move over toward the bed. He glanced at the room and then over to the security guard. “Is there a problem here?” He demanded sternly.
Spencer was the one to answer. “They’re trying to make Morgan leave.” He whispered.
If anything, Aaron’s face grew harder. Something was going on. The unit chief leveled his glare at the room in general. “Agent Morgan stays with Dr. Reid at all times. There is to be no time that Dr. Reid is left outside of Agent Morgan’s supervision.” Then his eyes turned back to his two agents, his friends. “I just got off the phone with Strauss.”
“Strauss?” Morgan asked, raising one eyebrow. Shit. Something big is going on. Huge. What the hell happened now? He instinctively tightened his grip on Spencer, who responded by moving even closer. “What’s going on, Hotch?”
The older man looked down at Spencer before lifting his eyes to Morgan. Then he said the words that turned all their worlds’ upside-down. “A guard was found dead at the prison this morning. Vincent killed him and used his uniform to escape.”
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