There's been quite a few, and either way this is not one of them. There's no doubt about it, he's not that kind of Doctor but he knows enough to see that this, this is pretty much it. Fingers pressed white-knuckled against the gaping hole in his gut Reid picks himself up, supressing a wet cough as he tries - fails - to get back upright. Hotch always reprimanded him for being reckless, for heading off on his own, slipping out of kevlar vests or locking himself in a room full of anthrax... countless reasons, and like always this latest screw-up was for a good cause.
The best cause. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time has never felt more right.]