Little sick fic. I don't own scorpion.
Paige felt like hell. When she woke up, she had a huge headache, and her joints were hurting. But nonetheless, she got up, gave Ralph his breakfast, and got ready to go to work. On the way to the garage, Ralph commented on how pale she looked, but she simply told him she was fine. When they got to the garage, Paige's desk chair was screaming her name. She felt so relieved when she sat down, she didn't even notice the stares the team we're giving her. When Cabe called saying there were no cases, most of the team left to take advantage of the free day. Paige not wanting to get up, just kept working on her paperwork. After about 30 minutes she started feeling dizzy. Walter approached her and asked, "Paige are you okay, you look a bit pale."
"Yea I'm fine don't worry about me Walter." She answered with a weak smile. Walter wasn't all too confident with her answer, so he he simply asked her if she could come help him with something. She agreed and began to get up, but when her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out, causing her to collapse. Thank god Walter was there just in time to catch her from hitting the floor. He felt her head, and said, "Paige, you have a fever. Come on you need to rest." He slowly helped her up the stairs to the loft, and had her lay down in his bed. She quickly fell asleep, and Walter just pulled up a chair to make sure she didn't struggle with anything while she rested. He eventually fell asleep, but not before Paige woke up for a bit asking him to lay with her. She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled into him before falling asleep. Soon after he fell asleep too, and it was the best night he ever slept.
