Reid and Morgan
Spencer felt numb. All of him. There was hardly anything wrong with him and he would happily be the last to be treated. There was blood soaking into his shirt from the gash over his collarbone but it wasn't anything. He curled his arms around his knees, pressing his face against his legs and just sat there.
If he wasn't moving nothing was changing and if nothing was changing then it wasn't real. He sat near to Parker, in case she needed him, but he wanted to be alone anyway. It was all he wanted. To fold up into himself and not talk about it, not acknowledge any of it.
He wanted pain relief, but nothing the doctor had in her bag of tricks would be what he really wanted and he just lay a hand over his head and focused on being invisible.