I swear I just can't stop this and I'm so bored most of the time during hte day all I do is think of potiental Reid fics lol. And don't worry, I really do try to update my older ones!
Ried shivered as he got on the jet.
"You okay?" Morgan asked him and he nodded.
He could do his job. He wasn't sick. He couldn't afford to be sick.
He cleared his throat. A cough barely audible escaped his throat. Morgan heard but pressed his lips together. Reid would only snap at him and it would cause tension in the air.
"Where are we going again?" Reid rubbed his forehead, exhaustion already creeping in.
"To a small town in Oregan JJ informed him and he nodded, warily.
Hotch looked at him.
"You don't look so good," he commented on Reid who groaned inwardly.
"I'll be fine," he told him.
"You sure? Because if you're sick you can stay home..."
"I'm NOT sick!" Reid winced as he spoke. "I'm sorry sir...I'm fine...I might have a...small cold, but nothing I can't handle."
"All right." Hotch was clearly unconvinced.
"The pilot said he'll it'll be a little longer than usual," Emily said as she appeared. They nodded as they settled into their seats.
Something felt wrong, though, to Reid. It felt like he was moving when he wasn't...He closed his eyes. He was having trouble breathing, thinking straight.
"Reid?" Morgan's concerned voice could be heard nearby. But it seemed so far away.
And suddenly everything went black.
When he woke he found himself surrounded by warmth. The blankets were wrapped around him tightly. A cold cloth was on his forehead.
He saw Morgan looking over him, smiling-worry creasing in his eyes.
"You're awake!"
"Where..." Reid tired to rise, but collapsed. "What happened?"
"You fainted on the plane. Thankfully we hadn't taken off yet. I left to take you to the hospital. The doc let you go if someone was to watch you and take care of you at your place."
"I...don't remember any of that."
"You were pretty out of it, and they gave you a bit of morphine." Morgan chuckled slightly. "Man." His eyes surveyed the room. "You sure do have a lot of books."
"You shouldn't be here." Reid started to cough and Morgan raised a glass at his lips.
"Too bad, you're stuck with me."
"We have a case..." He sank into the cool pillows. Morgan wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.
"The others'll handle it."
"I can take care of myself." Reid's voice was soft but strong. "I'm not weak..."
"Admitting you need help does NOT make you weak, Reid. In fact, it makes you strong."
Reid didn't believe him.
"When the others get back one of them will watch you too."
"You mean one of them'll have babysitting duty."
"Reid, you're sick. That's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I don't get sick."
"Well you are sick, you fainted. You have the flu and you have to be bed ridden."
Reid groaned.
"And you have to have someone take care of you. It sucks, but that's the facts of it."
"You still shouldn't have stayed." Reid's voice was weak, but it was less angry, yeilding towards accepting.
Morgan chuckled.
"And miss finally getting to see what Spencer Reid's apartment looks like? Not a chance."
"Did it lead up to your expectations?"
Morgan grinned at the joke.
"Pretty much. A few surprising things here and there but about what I imagined it." Morgan nodded thoughtfully.
"Glad I'm that predictable for you." There was clear sign of bitterness in his voice.
Morgan sighed.
"I'm going to get you some soup. You should have something to eat."
Ried nodded, ignoring the churnings of his stomach as Morgan rose.
He was not sick, he was not sick he was not sick.
He could take care of himself. He didn't need Morgan to...He felt something rise inside his throat, something that never happened before since he was a small child.
Tears fell in his eyes as the vomit covered the pillow and the sheats. He felt disgusting,weak, worthless. A child.
Morgan raced in and saw Reid crying, vomit around him. He knew what happened.
"Hey it's okay Reid. It's no big deal. We'll just change the sheets."
"I'm sorry..."
"For what? Being sick?"
Reid nodded
"Reid you don't have to be sorry for being sick," laughed Morgan as he helped Ried sit up and walk towards a nearby chair. "First lets get you washed up. The vomit was on Reid's chest. He felt vulnerable. Morgan grabbed some towels and Reid used them to clean himself off while Morgan took off the sheets and pillow cases and dumped them in the laundry hope and got out fresh sheets from the closet.
"My mom always said there's nothing like fresh sheets while you're sick," Morgan said with a grin. "I think she's right."
He helped a rather weak feeling Reid back to the bed.
"I don't think I can eat that soup..."Reid eyed the soup that Morgan had placed on the cubboard.
"It's okay, I'll just reheat it for later. I don't want to make you sick by forcing you to eat it." Morgan said cheerfully. He sat by Reid. "Is there anythign I can do to help?"
Reid was silent as Morgan handed him some water. He took it gratefully, to get rid of that horrible aftertaste.
"Maybe...no it's stupid."
"What?" Morgan seemed honestly interested.
"My mom...used to read to me...to get me to go to sleep...maybe..."
"No problem." Morgan glanced at the bookshelf. "Which one?"
Reid studied the books and then pointed to one. Morgan arched his eyebrows. "Dune?" He shrugged. "Okay you're the boss." He picked up the book and began to read outloud. Reid's body began to relax as his mind concentrated on the sound of Morgan's voice as he formed the soothing words he had read so many times in the past and finally sank into a deep sleep.