criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · devoted · amnesia · yearning · mismatched socks · romantic
The antiseptic smell of the hospital stung my nostrils as I swam back to awareness. Every muscle protested. Emily’s face swam into view, her relief a tangible warmth in the cold room. Hotch’s voice, low and commanding, cut through the haze: 'Morgan, get the doctor. And Reid.' JJ added, barely above a whisper, 'He’s right outside.' My mind fumbled, snagging on a familiar irritation. *Why him?* 'I don’t care what he’s doing,' I spat, the words thick on my tongue. The room locked into stillness. Rossi moved closer, his eyes searching mine. 'How hard did you hit your head?' Emily’s fingers wrapped around my hand, a gentle anchor. 'What’s your full name?' 'you,' I answered, frustration edging my tone. Her expression crumpled. 'Not… you Reid?' A wave of visceral rejection washed…