Under The Weather
Summary: Neal has a severe case of the flu and is ordered by the doctor to take all of his medicine and get plenty of rest. But Neal would rather go to the new gallery opening. Peter and June are not happy with his decision, especially since most of the viewers at the opening are known criminals.
WARNING: Contains the disciplinary spanking of an adult male.
NOTE: Set somewhere after Point Blank. (Mozzie is fine)
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Neal woke up in the middle of the night, feeling terrible. His head hurt, his throat hurt, his muscles were sore, and he was nauseas. He moaned, as he rolled over and glared at the alarm clock which showed it to be a little after three in the morning.
Rolling back onto his back, the young man closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But a wave of nausea hit him and he bolted from the bed and ran into the bathroom. He made it to the toilet just in time.
After emptying his stomach, Neal stood and faced the mirror. His eyes were sunken in and his face was ashen. Neal splashed cold water onto his face, noticing that his skin was hot to the touch. Then he slowly walked back to bed and laid back down.
He was still laying there four hours later when he heard loud knocking on his door, he knew it was Peter wondering why he wasn't downstairs.
Neal started to tell him to come in, but as soon as he opened his mouth another wave of nausea hit him. Once again he ran to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. That was where Peter found him a couple minutes later.
"You look like hell." Peter observed as Neal stood up on shaky legs.
Neal ignored the comment and splashed more cold water onto his face, then took the towel that Peter offered him and dried off.
"Come on." Peter said, gently taking his arm. "Back to bed."
Neal let the older man lead him back to bed and he laid back down.
"A few people have already called in earlier this week because of the flu." Peter said. "Looks like we can add one more to that list."
"I'll be fine in no time." Neal said, trying to flash a smile. But it turned into a grimace.
"Oh yeah." Peter replied. "You are the picture of health." Then his face took on a concerned look. "Is there anything I can get you? Some medicine or juice or something?"
"A glass of water would be great."
"Sure." Peter quickly got him a glass of cold water and sat it on the table beside the bed.
"Do you have any medicine?"
"No."
"I'll see if June does."
"No need to bother her, I'll be fine."
"You just get some rest." Peter said. "I'll see what kind of medicine June has."
"Thanks, Peter."
"Sure."
Peter left the room in search of June, and Neal closed his eyes and tried to rest. Peter found June downstairs in the kitchen, she was making a pot of coffee. Samantha was sitting at the counter eating breakfast.
"Good morning Peter." June smiled, offering him a fresh cup of coffee. "Where's Neal?"
"Morning Peter." The young girl greeted.
"Good morning Samantha." Peter smiled at the young girl, then he turned towards her Grandmother. "Thank you." He took the coffee. "Neal's sick this morning, probably the flu. It's been going around at work."
"I'll keep an eye on him." June said, "My schedule is free."
"Do you have any cold medicine?" Peter asked. "Neal doesn't."
"I've got some bubblegum flavor cough syrup." Samantha offered. "It works good, Neal can have it."
"That is very generous of you, honey." June smiled at the young girl. "But Neal is an adult, that medicine might not help him feel better. I've got some medicine that will work for him."
"Who said he's an adult?" Peter asked, as he sat the now empty coffee cup down.
"Be nice Peter." June said, but she was smiling. "Do you mind taking Sammy to school for me, and I'll go take care of our sick friend."
"Sure." Peter said.
"Go grab your backpack." June said.
"Yes Ma'am." The young girl ran off.
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A few minutes later, June walked into Neal's room. He was still laying in bed, his eyes closed.
"Are you awake?" June asked softly.
"No." Neal replied, without opening his eyes.
June sat the tray she was carrying on the bedside table and used the back of her hand to feel of Neal's forehead, frowning when she felt the heat radiating from the young man.
"Set up for a minute, Neal." She said gently. "I have some medicine for you to take, and I want to check your temperature."
Neal slowly sat up, moaning when the movement caused his stomach to cramp and his head to spin.
"Open up." June said, as she held out a thermometer.
Neal did as he was told, too sick and sore to argue. After a minute, June pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. "One oh two point three." She said, worry evident in her voice. "If your temperature isn't down by noon, I'm taking you to the doctors."
"I don't need a doctor, June." Neal said, his voice raspy and weak.
"Do not argue with me, young man." She said sternly, as she poured some Nyquil cold medicine into a dosage cup. "Here, take this. It should make you fell better."
Neal took the cup and frowned at the dark liquid inside it, then took a tentative sip.
"This tastes awful." He complained.
"It's medicine, it's supposed to taste awful. Now drink up."
Neal sighed, but drank the medicine. Then he quickly took the glass of water that June offered him and took a long drink, wincing when the water made his throat hurt worse.
"Thank you, June." Neal said, handing the glass back to her.
"You're welcome."
Neal looked at the bottle of Nyquil a little confused. "You have high blood pressure." He said.
"Yes."
"Why do you have Nyquil? You can't take it."
"I bought it for you a couple weeks ago, figured you may need it with this flu going around."
"Thank you." He smiled. It felt wonderful to have someone care enough about him to buy him medicine ahead of time. It was a small thing, but very important.
Neal slid back into bed and closed his eyes.
"Get some rest, Honey." June said, gently running a hand over his cheek and letting it rest on his warm forehead for a moment. "I'll check on you in a little while."
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Two hours later, June re-entered Neal's room and found him sitting in the bathroom floor beside the toilet. His face was even paler and he was sweating.
"Neal." She said in alarm, as she helped him to a standing position. He swayed slightly and June was afraid he was going to fall. She led him back over to the bed and helped him sat down.
"I'm okay." He said weakly.
"No you are not." June said, as she started pulling clothes out of his closet. "Get dressed, I'm taking you to the doctor."
"I don't need to go June." Neal said, even though he knew he should go. But he didn't like needles. "I just need to rest."
"Neal Caffrey." June said sternly, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "If you are not dressed and ready to go in ten minutes, I will take my hairbrush to your backside. Is that understood?"
"Yes Ma'am." Neal said quickly, a little surprised. June was like a mother to him, and had scolded him a few times. But she had never threatened to spank him, although she agreed with Peter when the other man had spanked him before.
"I am going to make an appointment for you." June said, her voice softer. "Get dressed, but do not try to walk downstairs until I get back."
Neal nodded and June left.
Neal slowly got dressed. The simple task left him exhausted and breathing hard. June walked back into the room a couple minutes after he was finished.
"Let's go." She said, helping him stand up. "Doctor Reynolds can see you now."
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Almost half an hour later, Neal and June were sitting in an exam room. Neal was perched on the table and June was sitting in a chair.
"You didn't have to come back with me." Neal said. "You will probably be more comfortable in the waiting room."
"Not a chance, Neal." June said. "I know you. I know you will leave out a lot of information that the doctor needs to know."
Neal opened his mouth to disagree, but stopped when June raised an eyebrow. She was right and she knew it.
The door opened and an older man in his late fifties walked in.
"Good morning June." He smiled at the woman.
"Good morning, Paul." June returned the greeting.
"And you must be Neal Caffrey." He said, looking at Neal. "June was correct, you do look horrible."
"Is that your official diagnosis?" Neal asked, with a small smile.
"No, just an observation. I'll give you my official diagnosis in a moment, although I am pretty sure it will be that you have the flu."
"He has been vomiting." June said, as the doctor started his examination. "And sweating. And on the car ride over here he was shivering, even though the heat in the car was on high."
"Have you taken any medicine?" Dr. Reynolds asked.
"A dose of Nyquil." Neal said.
"Were you able to keep it down?"
No answer. Neal didn't want to answer it, knowing June would be upset that he didn't tell her.
"Answer the question, Neal." June said, her voice leaving no room for argument.
"No." Neal sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" June asked. "How long after you took it did you vomit?"
"A few minutes."
"Neal." June scolded. "How are you going to get better if….."
"You can scold the boy later, June." The doctor chuckled.
"I will." June assured him.
After a few more minutes, Dr. Reynolds started writing on a prescription pad. "I was correct, you have a severe case of the flu. You will be fine in a few days, if you follow my orders."
"He will." June said.
"You need plenty of bed rest and fluids, and I want you to take all of the antibiotic pills I'm prescribing. You should feel perfectly well before the medicine is out, but it is very important that you take all of them without skipping a dosage."
"Okay." Neal agreed.
"I am going to prescribe a shot of a powerful antibiotic right now, it should help you feel better."
"I'll stick to the pills, thank you anyway."
"You will take the shot." June said.
"But June."
"No butts young man."
"I'll take the shot."
"I will send in a nurse." The doctor smiled, then he left the room before he started laughing.
"I hate needles." Neal mumbled.
The door opened again, and a very pretty nurse entered the room.
"Good morning, Ms. June." She greeted the older woman.
"Good morning Nancy." June smiled.
"Mr. Caffrey." The nurse greeted.
"Please, call me Neal." He flashed a smile, then started rolling up his shirt sleeve. He hated needles, but he wasn't about to tell that to the pretty woman.
"This shot doesn't go in your arm." Nancy said.
"Oh." The smile vanished.
"Turn around and lower your pants please."
"Um June." Neal said.
"You do not have anything I haven't seen." She replied, then saw the pleading look the young man gave her. "Okay." She smiled. "I will meet you in the waiting room."
After June left, Neal turned around and lowered his pants a little.
"All done." Nancy said, a moment later.
The door opened again and the doctor walked back in. "I gave the prescriptions to June." He said. "Mr. Caffrey, do you drink often?"
"No." Neal replied. "Maybe a glass of fine wine after a delightful dinner." He smiled at Nancy. "I would be honored if you were to join me sometime."
"I doubt my husband would like that." She said, holding up a hand and showing him her wedding ring. "My six foot, police detective, husband who likes to lift weights during his free time."
"Point taken."
"While taking these pills." Reynolds said. "All alcoholic beverages are off limits, it could cause serious complications. If you do decide to have a drink, I strongly caution you to stop taking the pills."
"Don't worry." Neal said. "I can postpone that fine glass of wine until I'm finished with the pills."
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The next morning, Neal was feeling a lot better. His head still hurt, but it wasn't pounding. His throat still hurt, but no where near as bad. His muscles were still sore, but he was able to move around without much pain. And he wasn't nauseas anymore, in fact he was kind of hungry.
Neal climbed out of bed and put on his robe, then walked over to the refrigerator. He was trying to decide what to eat, when the door opened and June walked in carrying a tray.
"Good morning, June." Neal said, shutting the refrigerator door and hurrying over to her to grab the heavy tray.
"Morning Neal, You look like you are feeling better."
"I am." He said, smiling at the bowl of oatmeal. "This smells wonderful."
"Then sat down and eat, you need to keep your strength up."
"You didn't have to go to the trouble." Neal said, as he sat the tray on the table. Along with the oatmeal was a glass of orange juice, a bowl of blueberries, and grapefruit cut in half and sprinkled with sugar.
"It was no trouble at all."
Neal sat down and started to eat. June sat down as well.
"Have you taken you medicine this morning?" June asked, as she saw the bottles sitting on the table.
"Not yet." Neal replied.
"And why not?" June asked.
"I forgot."
June raised an eyebrow and Neal quickly grabbed the bottle of pills and took one. Then frowned when June picked up the bottle of Nyquil and handed it to him.
"But this tastes awful." He said.
The eyebrow went higher.
Neal sighed and took a dose of it, then took a large drink of orange juice.
"Samantha offered to let you have her medicine." June said. "It's bubblegum flavor."
"I think I'll take her up on that offer."
"It's for children."
"I'll lie about my age."
June laughed, but shook her head.
"It was worth a shot." Neal said, flashing a smile.
"Eat."
"Yes Ma'am." Neal said, taking a bite of the oatmeal.
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An hour later, Neal was once again in bed. Just sitting up long enough to eat had worn him out. He had planned on just taking a short nap, but he slept until June woke him up four hours later.
"Time for more medicine." She said.
Neal nodded and took the medicine without complaint, then looked at June with questioning eyes when she handed him a piece of toast.
"You have to eat a little something with the antibiotics." She explained.
"Thank you." He said, taking the toast. "I'm sorry I'm such of a burden."
"You are not a Burdon." June assured him. "You are family, you are like a son to me and I do not mind taking care of you one little bit."
Neal smiled, a real smile.
"Would you like some chicken soup now?"
"Sounds great."
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