Disclaimer I do not own Blue Bloods. I do not know if there is a disease that is actually like this, I am not a doctor and Google can only go so far and please go easy on me and play along.
Jamie's POV
Another cough shakes my body, I lean against the bathroom door for support dizziness over coming me, making the entire hall spin. I fall to the floor vomiting. I lay there closing my eyes silently praying for it all to go away. I had work in less than an hour and I yet to take a shower. I close my eyes resting my head in between my knees waiting for the room nausea to fade.
I stay like that for what feels like ages. Finally I get to my feet walking in the bathroom leaving the door open in case the steam made me dizzy again.
I lean up against the shower walls letting the warm water run down my body. I close my eyes letting the warm water comfort my aching body. After ten short minutes I get out drying off and getting dressed. I was relieved that the dizziness had transformed into a pounding headache instead something I could solve with pain killers.
I leave the vomit in the hall not having time to clean it or the energy. I head past my car not wanting to take the risk of driving. A part of me argued that if I felt I could not drive then I should not be on duty but I ignore it deciding that if I still feel sick when I reach the station then I would ask for the day off but if not I'll go on with my day.
I walk into the station with even my headache just a ghost now of what it was.
"About time you got here. I was expecting to see you half an hour early like usual." Renzulli greets me but his smile disappears when he takes in my appearance. "Reagan you don't look so great. You're as pale as a clown's face and just about as scary to." Renzulli halfheartedly jokes concern in his eyes.
I try to focus on Serge's face but everything was spinning again, I lose my footing causing me to stumble forward and into Serge.
"Jesus kid you're burning up." I could feel Renzulli put his hand against my forehead but I was to dizzy to concentrate on him.
"It was just a headache before." I whimper weakly my own voice surprising me.
"It's definitely more than a headache now. I'm going to call Danny to come get you. Don't move." Serge orders leaving me on the floor leaning against a wall with my head in between my knees.
I could feel eyes on me, all of them seeming to debate on what to do. I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I rise to my feet using the wall for support I head off to the locker room for some privacy and to check to see if it was there again.
Renzulli's POV
Danny had picked up on the first ring saying he would be on his way. I head back inside to find the spot I had left Jamie in empty.
"Where the hell did he go?" I ask all the other people in the room that were obviously being entertained by the entire situation.
"He went into the locker room." Janko speaks up heading over to me.
I head in furious at the kid for not listening to a simple order and at the other officers for not stopping him.
I find him setting on the floor, locker open something resting in his hands and tears running down his cheeks.
I get on my knees beside him taking the piece of paper from his hands.
"Twelfth one this month always hand written and always in my locker. The other ones are tucked in the sweat shirt pocket." He tells me motioning to his locker.
I stand up looking into his locker finding eleven more, all of them talking about how great Jamie is.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" I ask getting down beside him.
"Not important." He offers his eyes drifting shut.
I sigh getting to my feet just as Danny Reagan barges in.
Danny's POV
I find Jamie on the floor fast asleep and as pale as a ghost.
"Did you know your brother was getting love notes?" Renzulli asks me as I get down beside Jamie finding that he had a temperature.
"Love notes? Like stalker obsessed?" I ask not really paying attention as one of my worst fears was playing out before me.
"Pretty much, Danny they even mention where he lives in here." I hear Renzulli say but I have my phone out calling my father, focusing on the problem at hand.
"Danny? What's going on?" my dad answers already probably sensing trouble.
"Dad I think Jamie is sick again, like when he was a kid. How likely did the doctor say it was for it to come back?" I ask getting down next to my brother's mouth listening to his breathing. It was quick and labored like I feared.
"You think it's come back? Where are you?" I could hear the fear in my father's voice and I could completely understand knowing what Jamie had been through last time.
"I'm at the 12th in the locker room with him. Dad, should I take him to the hospital?"
"Wait there I want to see for myself if it really did come back and if it is waiting won't bother him." My dad hands up with that leaving me to face Renzulli.
"Danny Jamie is being stalked!" Renzulli yells throwing pieces of paper at me. I pick them up quietly reading through them all of them blabbing about Jamie, talking about everything Jamie. I stop reading when my eyes land on the newest one.
We know you're sick but Jamie dear, we will help you in every way possible, after all that is what families do.
However 'we' is they knew about Jamie being sick when he was younger, something we worked so hard to keep quiet for all these years not wanting the wrong people to find out and use it against us. Jamie was born with it and battled it for 8 years until it suddenly disappeared, the doctors told my parents that it still would exist in his system but it should not rise back up again like it did before. The doctors were wrong and somebody else knew it too.
