Dark White Room
Summary: In which Reid knows a lot but what he doesn't know is how to take care of himself when he's sick. So the team has to help him learn. Sickfic, Reid. Friendship.
Third Person
Reid cursed under his breath when he heard the phone ringing. Another case, another crime committed meant he was in his car in fifteen minutes, heading to the BAU headquarters.
"Alright," Garcia began with her usual authority as Reid quickly sat down. "We have three bodies found in the past eight days. All three victim were bludgeoned to death and were all females..."
After that point, Spencer only caught words and phrases. None of it made sense.
"Spenc?"
His head snapped up, causing him to wince from the sudden movement.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked, her voice concerned. Reid tried to look convincing, but his expression wavered.
"Yeah," he responded, his voice weak and hoarse, even though all he wanted to do was go to sleep. All of a sudden Garcia's cool hand made contact with Reid's forehead.
"Aww, Reid, you're burning up," Garcia mumbled sympathetically, her eyebrows furrowing.
"I'm fine," Reid asserted tiredly. Garcia gave him a disapproving look, but didn't say anything else.
"We leave for New Orleans tonight," Hotchner informed the group, focusing the attention back to the case, which in Reid's opinion was where it belonged.
—
Reid laid his head on the cool glass and closed his eyes. His whole body felt hot yet cold and he tried not to noticeably shiver.
"Kid, you okay?" Without even opening his eyes, he knew it was Morgan talking.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? We have other things to worry about," Spencer demands, his voice cracking.
"You might not know this, genius, but that's what people do when they're concerned," Morgan snapped back, and instantly regretted it by the hurt look on Reid's face.
"Oh, Kid, I-"
"I'm gonna get some sleep," Reid mumbled, getting up and moving away from Morgan to where Garcia sat. Morgan wanted to kick himself. The kid was like his little brother.
Crap.
—
By time they landed, it was late at night. Garcia shook Reid awake, and he jumped up, swinging.
"Oh!" Spencer gasped, surprised as he became more alert and awake. "Garcia, I'm so sorry. I thought..."
Tobias.
"Oh, Reid," Garcia sighed, rubbing her arm, "no offense, but you wouldn't scare a kitten with a punch like that."
"Thanks," Spencer mumbled with a weak smile.
"Come on, time to go to the hotel."
The team piled off of the plane, happy to have some fresh air.
—
Reid woke up to a feeling of Nile rising in his throat. He heard Morgan snoring next to him on the other bed as he rushed to the bathroom as quietly as he could. Kneeling down next to the toilet, he vomited up what little he had nibbled on the previous day (which consisted of three cups of coffee, half an apple, and two bites of a sandwich.)
"Kid." Reid jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He tried to think of an excuse, but Morgan was already kneeling next to him, checking for a fever.
"Note to self: buy a thermometer tomorrow," Morgan mumbled to himself.
They both knew it was going to be a long week.
A/n: Hello fellow Reid lovers! (And all other lovely people.) This fic has been calling me to write it for a while now. I hope you enjoyed. I LOVE suggestions, so anything you want to see I will try to write. If you review I'll give you a virtual cookie shaped like the BAU headquarters. :) P.S. I'm also an angst junkie.
Aufenthalt Gold lovelies,
- Alee XxX