CM The future I see without you

"So he gave you this?" Jacques half sat up with Reid's help, leaning against the soft cushions, looking at the small silver USB drive in his hand.

"He said that through this I can learn more about you." Reid looked at the IV pump hanging on the bracket and asked, "Jacob, did you turn this speed up again? I remember it was not this speed when I walked. "

"Emmmm..." Jacques smiled innocently and denied, "I didn't, it wasn't me, I don't know."

Reid shook his head, walked over and turned the speed back to the original position, but the morphine in the 50ml syringe was almost bottomed out.

"So have you seen this?" Jacques asked.

Reid sat back in his chair and said, "No, Jacob, I feel like if I want to know something about you, you tell me, not someone else."

"That can be talked about for days and nights." Jacques put the USB drive back on the cabinet, and the infusion tube in his hand was pulled by him, and it dangled in the air.

Reid sighed, bent down to straighten the infusion tube under the bed, and carefully lifted the quilt to see that the wound on Jacques' abdomen was not bleeding, before sitting back in the chair with confidence.

"Don't be too busy, they will fix it." Jacques said with a smile, "After all, the money is not spent in vain."

"Mr. Mueller paid for it?"

"Of course not." Jacques asked in surprise, "Why do you think so? Can't I have some extra income? Or are you only allowed to have royalties to buy messy books?"

"That's not what I meant. Just asking," Reid said.

"Okay." Jacques became more serious. He looked at Reid and said, "Since you want to know about me, I also want to know about yours. Why don't I ask you a question and you answer me seriously?" , and I'll answer your question, how about it?"

Reid said helplessly: "Jacob, this is not a game."

"Then do you want to play?"

"You first or me?" Reid asked.

"Of course I will go first." After Jacques finished speaking, he paused again. Perhaps the long-term bed rest and anesthesia for the past few days kept his brain from turning around. Can't tell?

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Reid raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me go first."

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Reid picked up the USB flash drive again and asked, "What files are in it?"

"Confidential documents, the answer is complete."

"Jacob!" The last thing Reid wanted to see was this kind of smug smile on the other person's face. He held his forehead and said, "If you do this, I can also perfunctory your question like this."

"Okay, okay." Jacques thought for a while, and seemed to organize his words again. After a while, he said, "Do you still remember that Rossi once said that I can feel a little emotion from other people, and sometimes I can predict some emotions?" Something that could happen? And I said that's called empathy or something."

Reid nodded. After all, this was a major event that broke through his atheism. He could even recall Morgan's surprised expression at that time.

"Actually, I can predict. Emotional resonance and feeling emotions are actually the same. It is brought by prediction... emmm, the effect? ​​I don't know." Jacques said, "I have this ability since I was very young. , but there is always no sign, like a dream, or, Emmm... like God suddenly played a fuzzy VCR in your head, and it's not a good thing, it made me lose a lot of precious things stuff, I'm terrified and disgusted."

"Later, Mueller told me that I should learn to control it instead of being controlled by it, so he sent me to Syria." It was a nightmare life, and Jacques can't help but feel cold when he thinks about it now , he pulled the quilt up, sighed, and continued, "There are many opportunities for me to practice, learn to understand it, and control it. It should be the backup file at that time."

"Maybe Doyle was one of your practice ones." Reid frowned and asked, "Then why..."

"This is the second question, Dr. Reid." Jacques looked at him with a smile and said, "I remember the question I was going to ask."

"Okay, you ask."

"Why are you afraid of the medicines I'm taking? Risperidone, olanzapine, quetiapine..." Jacques counted on his fingers.

Reid choked up for a moment, feeling a powerful big hand in his chest slowly and fiercely clenched his heart, his index finger slowly rubbed against the seam of his trouser leg.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it." Jacques looked at the doctor's pale face with distress, and said.

"No, no, Jacques, I want to tell you, I, I need to think about how to say it." Reid shook his head and said firmly.

"Okay." Jacques slowly moved to the side, patted the empty space on the bed, and said, "Do you want to go to bed and think about it?"

"But it's still daytime..."

"So what?" Jacques said indifferently, "No one will bother us, and besides, I want to be closer to you."

Reid couldn't refuse such an invitation, he put his mobile phone on the cabinet, gently bypassed Jacques' infusion tube, lay down on the bed, and hugged his young man.

"My mother," Reid said, "Diana, my mother she..."

Jacques listened quietly, maybe it was too quiet in the room, maybe it was Emily's funeral that made the city wall built in this man's heart a little bit dilapidated, and his soft heart trembled to show Jacques his helplessness And lonely wounds.

Jacques didn't ask him any other questions, and Reid couldn't stop talking. He talked about Diana, his father, and the fear and helplessness he felt when he was teased in high school.

"At that time, the only thing I could think of was to leave there immediately." Reid didn't even feel aggrieved with a sore nose. When he talked about these sad past events, even he felt incredible that he didn't have a big emotional ups and downs , now he can talk about everything very calmly.

"I, I can't imagine," Jacques said, recalling his high school years, before discovering that he never went to high school.

"Oh, it's okay, Jacques," Reid said with a smile, "I figured you must have been one of those guys in high school that all the girls in high school had a crush on?"

"Emmm... Actually, I didn't go to school," Jacques said. "When I was young, I was a private teacher. When I was a little older, I taught myself in the FBI, and then, emmm, I also taught myself at home for those degrees. Or online private tutoring..."

Reid originally wanted to ask Jacques about his parents again, but at this moment, the door opened and it was the doctor who came to change Jacques' medicine.

Reid sighed, maybe next time, he thought.

"So when can I recover?" Jacques asked the doctor.

Reid got out of bed, sat back on the chair, and looked at the doctor with the same doubt.

The doctor shook his head and said: "The second operation is perfect, but the follow-up treatment must be followed up. It will take at least a month to fully recover. If the kidneys cannot recover well, there is a high chance of causing the second surgery." The second rupture, coupled with the fact that your blood coagulation function has been unstable, is very likely to cause internal bleeding."

He looked at the data on the mobile computer, and said: "There is also about your traumatic brain injury. From the film, we suggest that you have a careful examination, but you need to ask your attending doctor for this."

"Looks like I'll have to stay here for a long time," Jacques concluded.

"It can be said that." The doctor put the changed gauze into the medical waste basket, tidied up the remaining tools, and instructed, "The patient is still very weak, so I suggest not to have too much emotional ups and downs and activities. Just let him lie down and turn over at regular intervals."

Reid froze for a moment, only to realize that the doctor was talking to himself, and instantly understood the meaning, his face flushed, and he didn't know how to answer, what could he say?He is not a beast! Jacques lying on the hospital bed like this, what else can I do to him?

Regardless of what he thought, the doctor pushed the cart away by himself. Reid turned around and looked at Jacques with a suppressed smile as expected.

"Hey, don't go, I want to lie down with you for a while!" Jacques looked at Reid's flushed face and said with a smile.

Reid picked up his coat and wallet and said, "I'm going to buy some dinner, I'll be back later."

"Ok."

**

Because of being hospitalized these few days, maybe because of the unbearable pain or having someone to rely on, Jacques always looks very fragile and has a low sense of security. He wakes up from nightmares almost sweating profusely every night. Reid is also very Worrying about him, except for going to work, almost all the time around Jacques.

One day, Reid just came back from a case. Because of Emily's departure, everyone was depressed, and everyone in BAU couldn't cheer up. Reid just wanted to go to Jacques as soon as possible.

As a result, when I arrived at the hospital, I found that the people around Jacques' bed said it was an infection after the operation. They had a high fever since the morning, and they were groggy and muttering something. Reid held his hands and listened for a long time without hearing what it was. Then he remembered that Jacques had received military anti-interrogation training. Even when he was unconscious and weak, he would not really say anything. Meaningful.

The high fever didn't subside slowly until late at night. Reid wrung out the warm towel, wiped off the cold sweat on his back little by little, changed him into new clothes, and watched Jacques fall asleep peacefully. Just breathed a sigh of relief.

He can't go to JJ's house anymore, Reid thought, Jacques needs me.

From that day on, Reid moved to Jacques' ward. Anyway, the space here is large enough, with a bathroom, a kitchenette, a sleeping room for a companion, and even a small study.

But Jacques still likes to share the bed with Reid.

"I don't know, I thought maybe I'm hungry for the skin?" Jacques said.

Reid gently stroked Jacques' back, looked at the dimly lit sky outside the window, and whispered: "In fact, there are 25 meters long nerve fibers and 1000 nerve endings under the skin of one cent area, so the skin A lot of information can be conveyed.”

"So what are you telling me?" Jacques thought for a moment and said, "You're going to bring me the PSP from home when you get back from get off work today?"

"No." Reid shook his head flatly and said.

"If it was my phone, I'd be fine with it... Oh, Spencer, I heard your phone ring."

With one hand free, Reid took the phone from the cabinet, opened the cover, and said strangely, "It's Hotch."

"So early?" Jacques turned his head and saw that the edge of the sky was only slightly white.

Reid got up anyway, frowning, and picked up the phone.

Jacques pouted, no matter what time, Reid was going to work.