criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · bau agent · trauma · addiction recovery · bisexual · medical emergency · derek morgan
Inside the decontamination tent, the air thrums with the pressurized hiss of spray nozzles. Ice-clean water soaks through my shirt and pants, plastering the fabric to my skin as figures encased in hazmat suits move with a slow, grave purpose. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with the damp plastic smell of the enclosure. Morgan stands just outside the curtain, his voice slicing through the white noise, firm yet layered with worry. "Reid, I'm going to see you off to the hospital." I glance back at him, water tracing a cold path from my chin to my collar. "I'm about to get naked, so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really want to see?" My tone is dry, academic, but the tremor in my fingers as I wipe my face tells a different story. you, you're watching this whole procedure, a…