Holy crap, thank you for all the reviews guys! Truly did not expect that many! And sorry it took me so long to update, I wanted to not rush it.

Edited: I decided to edit the ending to make it more accurate a bit.

Morgan sat there, and rocked Reid back and forth; desperatly wishing for some water. Or anything to give to the kid. He hated how pale Reid was looking. How frail.

Reid couldn't stop shivering. This feeling was getting worse and worse.

"I kind of wish someone would just kill me now and put me out of my misery," he muttered. Morgan pursed his lips, hating even the thought of the kid dying.

"Don't even joke about something like that," he said, sounding harsher then he meant to sound.

"Sorry," Reid coughed.

"No I'm sorry," sighed Morgan. "Just...the thought you dying...isn't something I want to joke about."

Reid was silent. This was still new to him. He had never had anyone to really care for him like this, other then his mother, until he worked for the BAU.

Reid moaned, the chest pain was getting worse, when he coughed it was more blood.

"Can't talk now," he rasped and Morgan nodded.

"All right, I guess I'll do the talking."

"Tell me, what were you like...as a kid?" Reid managed to ask. Morgan fell silent and swallowed. His childhood was not something he liked to relive.

"I was just like any other kid, growing up in Chicago."

"You never talk about your childhood, how come?"

Morgan paused before answering. Should he tell Reid? Reid would keep it a secret, but did he really want the kid to know something that personal about himself?

"I thought you said you couldn't talk." He kept his voice in an amused tone, to show the kid he was joking. He sighed. "Some stuff happened when I was a kid. Stuff I don't like remembering."

Reid didn't say anything and he hated the silence so he continued.

"For onc my father died in the line of duty."

"I'm sorry," Reid could barely speak but he had to say something after that.

Morgan shrugged.

"That wasn't so awful...it's the other stuff I hate to remember."

He had kept it a secret for so long...Could he really share it with the kid?

Reid decided not to say anything.

"When I was 13..."Morgan closed his eyes. "I...was molested by a man that I thought of as a second father..."

It was Reid's turn to close his eyes. He felt sick to his stomach and this time it wasn't cause of whatever he had or his head injury. He was truly repulsed by what he had heard.

"I'm...sorry...I didn't know..."

"No one does, except for Hotch...and Gideon."

Reid's stomach churned at the mention of Gideon.

"I know you arrested the man at the Y...for molestating a child...was that him?" His voice was raspy, barely audblie. Morgan nodded grimly.

"I was 13...I didn't tell anyone anything cause he could help change my family's life. I basically figured I had to suck it up and deal with it. That I couldn't be selfish..."

"Selfish?" Reid started to cough, more blood appeared. Worry overflowed Morgan's eyes. "Morgan...you were a child...you shouldn't have...to have worried about that stuff...you shouldn't have to have been scared..." He started coughing more and more as he spoke, but was determined to do so.

"Remember what I said about no talking?" Morgan snapped, harsher than usual.

"Sorry," Reid said weakly. "It's just...you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened..."

"I don't now..but I did. Something like that just messes with a kid's head." Reid nodded. He understood that. He hated that Morgan had to go through it, but he undesrtood it.

Morgan was molested. That gave an entirely new outlook on things...made him rethink some things...it explained some of the privacy issues Morgan had. As well as some other stuff. But he was too tired to think about them. His head was so fuzzy... He felt his eyes closing.

"Come on kid." Morgan's voice was paniced. Damn it he was NOT losing him! "You gotta stay awake, you gotta stay with me!"

"Can't..."Reid's voice sounded so far away. Morgan frowned, desperatly trying to think of a way to make the kid snap out of it.

"It's because you're weak, isn't it?" He knew that was a touchy area for Reid. Sure enough Reid's eyes snapped open.

"I'm not weak," he mumbled.

"Sure you are, if you fall asleep. Only weak people can't stay up all night."

"I'm not weak," Reid protested. Morgan could see some strength returning, strength to fight. He smiled. That was good. He hated insulting the kid like that, but it was the only thing he could think of.

"We'll see. If you don't fall asleep then I'm wrong, but if you do you are."

"I won't fall asleep." Reid sounded determined now. Morgan nodded.

"That's what I wanted to hear."

Reid was silent. He felt like he just been had.

"You did that on purpose," he accused. Morgan groaned. Sometimes the kid was too smart for his own good.

"Yes I did, and it worked, didn't it?"

"Humph," came the answer.

Morgan smiled.

"I'm serious though, Reid, don't fall asleep. I don't want to have you fall into a coma."

Reid shuddered at the idea of falling into oblivion, of forever sleeping. His brain not working.

"Trust me, I don't want that either." He fought harder to stay awake. While Morgan didn't mean it the weak part hit a nerve.

"I'm not weak," he muttered. Morgan closed his eyes.

"I know you're not, kid, I didn't mean it." He paused. "Why do you think you're weak, Reid? You're one of the strongest people I know."

Reid sighed.

"I don't know...I've always been physically weak..."he coughed again and Morgan winced at that. But he knew one of the only ways to keep Reid from falling asleep was if he was talking. "But...my father left and when he did my mother called him weak...it just struck a nerve in me. I never wanted her to think I was weak..."

"I don't think she does, in fact she's proud of you Reid. VERY proud."

"And in this field everyone has so much experience and...I just feel so out of place...I constantly feel like I have to prove I can do this job. That I can handle the pressure...the violence...That I don't need a babysitter...I'm just sometimes tired...of always being the youngest."

Morgan sighed.

"It must suck but I really do envy your youth, Reid."

Reid snorted.

"Yeah cause you're so old."

Morgan smiled but frowned as more coughing resumed.

"No I mean it, you have so much to look foward too. Be thankful you're still young. You still have so much to learn and mybe you can do things better than we did. Learn from our mistakes."

Reid had nothing to say to that.

He moved his head,repositioning it. His mother was still in the back of his mind.

"I...I'm scared," he admitted. Morgan looked surprise.

"Of what?"

"Of losing my mom."

Morgan hesitated and Reid continued.

"I know it's close...that day...and sometimes if the phone rings I dread that it's them...saying she passed away."

"She's not that old."

"I know, but she's sick and that takes a lot out on you. I'm just...terrified of losing her. She's all I've got. We relied on each other throughout the years...leaned on each other's back...with my father leaving us she was all I had..."

Morgan sighed, but then curiosity entered him. That was twice Reid mentioned his father.

"Why did your father leave?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry that was too personal."

Too personal? And the molestation wasn't? If Morgan could share that then Reid could talk about his father.

"No, it's not..." Reid coughed before continuing. Morgan was used to the dry raspiness of his voice by now. "I...don't know why...I kind of blame myself."

"Yourself?" Morgan looked surprised.

"Yeah...maybe if I had been more...normal...he wouldn't be as ashamed of me."

"ASHAMED? You think your father is ashamed of you?"

"I don't know," Reid said honestly. "No father likes their son to be the loser, and that's what I was when I was a kid. Maybe...I was too much of an embarrassment."

Morgan clutched his knuckles. God that kid carried so much stuff in him. And now he was blaming himself for the father leaving.

"Most kids who parents are divorced or seperated blame themselves, Reid. And let me tell you it's NEVER their fault. It's your father's fualt. Your mother was right, your father IS weak. It has NOTHING to do with you. NOTHING. I don't want you blaming yourself like that again."

A tear formed in Reid's eyes.

"And you shouldn't worry about your mother dying. That won't happen for a while...and besides she's not all you have."

"Yes she is," Reid protested.

"You're wrong," Morgan said sharply. He glanced at Reid. "Haven't you figured it out? We're like family Reid! YOU are our family...You're like a brother to me. I thought you knew that."

Reid sniffed then.

"I did...I don't know...I guess I just never felt worthy enough to be a part of this family."

"You ARE worthy, Reid. You've got to believe me."

Reid nodded. But he didn't really believe.

Voices could be heard suddenly.

"Morgan? Are you down there? Reid?" It was Hotch's.

"Hotch?" Morgan suddenly sat up. "HOTCH! We're in here!" They heard something being pried open. Rossi and Hotch peered through the cracks.

"How did you find us?" Morgan was eager.

"Your date called, worried about you," Hotch told him. "Asked if you were working. I had said you were going to this building but you should have been done hours ago. That's when we wen to check." He glanced at Reid. "What's wrong with Reid?" Reid could barely glance at him.

"He's really sick, wont' stop coughing up blood. And really weak. He hit his head on the railing. he might have a concussion. I've been trying to keep him awake."

Hotch nodded, concern written on his face.

"I'll call for an ambulence," Rossi told them and moved.

"You hear that, Reid? You get to go to the hospital and then you can go to sleep," Morgan told the kid who smiled.

"Sleep." He sounded so relieved and so exhausted at the same time.

"You'll be okay Reid, we'll get help soon." Real concern was in Hotch's voice. He and Morgan shared a concered look. Reid did NOT look good.

Finally they got help to pry open the door. Morgan lifted Ried out and quickly Hotch caught him and laid him on the cold ground. Reid could barely move as they helped Morgan out.

"He needs to get to a hospital now."

Hotch didn't argue with that. He felt the kid's forehead.

"My God," he whispered.

"I know," Morgan said grimly. Finally the paramedics arrived.

They loaded him onto the stretcher. From the symptoms Morgan said that he had, they decided he probably did have Pneumonia but would have to have more tests to make sure, same with the concussion.

"It was good that you had him stay awake, though," one of the paramedics told Morgan. "Or else he could have easily slipt into a coma. You might have saved his life.

Morgan nodded.

"I'm riding with him," he told Hotch and Rossi.

They didn't argue.

Reid was asked to stay awake as they treat the concussion but he was far too weak to protest He had used up his voice with all that talking with Morgan. Morgan seated himself next to the stretcher. He hated seeing all these people swaming Reid. To have Reid hooked up to the machines like this. He hated him looking so frail.

"I'm not weak," Reid suddenly said and Morgan looked confused.

"No one said you were."

"You said if I didn't fall asleep that I'm not weak." Reid smiled at Morgan. "I didn't fall asleep."

Morgan smiled back and squeezed his hand.

"No, you didn't."

And with that they drove to the hospital, ready for the treatment to work, ready for Reid to be healed.

Okay I know I said I was going to make this a two part fic but I decided this should be a 3 part, to have a more conclusive ending at the hosiptal. I swear it WELL end after the third chapter.

I hope this wasn't too rushed. I'm still not sure if I like it too much, I'm really worried about it. So PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Cause I'm also kind of proud about it.