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“Deep breath, pretty boy.” Morgan tried his best to keep Reid calm.
“Morgan, I can't…” his voice trailed off, a quiver in his throat.
“This ain’t even something you gotta worry about, I got you.” Morgan pulled Reid onto his lap and cradled his face.
“Morgan…” Reid moved his hand onto Morgan’s, he tried to pull it away and look down at his own body.
“No, no. You don’t gotta look, eyes on me, Reid.” Morgan kept his hand firmly on Reid’s cheek, stopping him from moving his head. He tried to block Reid’s view as much as he could.
“C’mon, Morgan, I gotta be able to see to give you a statistic.” Reid could feel Morgan’s hand shake and heat up again his skin. People attempted to always keep calm during situations like these, except, their body’s always betrayed them.
Morgan exhaled through his nose. “Maybe after we get you to a hospital.” He looked up, scanning the area and paying close attention to the sounds. “Where’s that damn ambulance,” he said under his breath.
Morgan had tried his best to apply a tourniquet, of course it wouldn’t be of much use if the ambulance didn’t arrive on time. He looked down, his brow creasing and his eyes hardening. Reid’s entire leg was missing. Blood and ripped jeans were all that was left. He’d been the first to step through the door, Morgan close behind him. They never saw the explosion coming. One second they're going tin to investigate, the next there's debris and smoke and Reid crying out for Morgan.
“Stay with me, kiddo!” Morgan slapped Reid’s cheek, desperate to keep his friend alive. Then, sirens off in the distance. “Oh thank God. We’re going, pretty boy.”
“Whaaat? I was just getting comfortable,” Reid said sheepishly.