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Hotch watched as Reid's doctor cleaned out the infected wound, he winced each time Reid let out small whimper as the doctor continued to clean the wound. The doctor finished and covered the wound up again. The nurse left for a minute before returning with a small bag of liquid, she hooked the bag onto the IV pole before connecting it to the cannula in Reid's hand. She opened up the drip causing the liquid to begin making it's way into Reid's system.
"This should help bring his fever down," the doctor explained as he checked Reid's vitals. "I'm placing him on a stronger antibiotic to help fight of the infection. I hoped that this wouldn't happen."
"What are you talking about?" Hotch asked.
"We cleaned out all his wounds as best as we could but the piece of shrapnel that was in his stomach was covered with dirt and other things that could have entered his system. I've cleaned the wound and the antibiotic should help bring down the fever and fight against the infection. He just needs to be monitored carefully for the the next twenty four hours. He may also experience some vomiting. The important thing to do right now is keep his fever down. He should wake up soon," the doctor explained as he made a few notes on a clipboard before placing it at the bottom of Reid's bed.
"How bad is the infection?" Hotch questioned as he glanced at Reid for a moment before looking back to the doctor.
"Right now, I'm slightly worried about it but it isn't too deadly. He'll be fine but he needs plenty of rest and he needs to keep his body hydrated. I also need him to eat something when he wakes up," the doctor explained. A loud beeping noise filled the air, the doctor pressed his pager and cursed at it. "I have to attend to another patient. Please call a nurse if anything serious happens."
Hotch nodded and watched the doctor rush out of the room. He placed the back of his hand on Reid's forehead and hated the fact that Reid's forehead was sweaty and hot. It made him angry to see Reid going through a rough time. Reid had done nothing wrong, he had finally regained his life back after having such a rough and horrible time and this had happened to him.
He felt guilty as he watched Reid's breathing, he felt guilty for not protecting Reid enough during Reid's physical recovery and for not protecting him from the men that had tried to hurt Garcia. Hotch admired Reid for his protective nature, especially when it came to Garcia. He admired Reid's strength and his ability to fight for what he had in life.
Hotch wished that he had that strength sometimes, he wished he could have that strength so he could help Reid more.
One hour later
Hotch looked up from his newspaper when he heard a small moan come from the bed. He watched as Reid's eyes fluttered open, he immediately closed the paper and put it to the side and moved closer to Reid's bed.
"Hey Reid, how are you feeling?" Hotch asked as he checked Reid's forehead again, he felt dismay at the fact that Reid's temperature was still high.
"I don't feel very good," Reid admitted in a small voice. "I feel awful."
"You have an infection, you have fever. You have some stronger antibiotics right now, you should feel better soon," Hotch explained.
"Can you move the bed up slightly?" Reid asked. Hotch nodded and pressed the remote next to bed, the bed lifted up slightly so Reid was up but not too far.
"Better?" Hotch said. Reid nodded before taking a deep breath.
"Reid, can you try eat something?"
"I'm not hungry," Reid sighed.
"Reid, you need to eat something. Some jello, maybe. Please, the doctor wants you to eat."
"Fine, I'll eat something."
Hotch let out a small smile as he grabbed some jello from Reid's food tray along with a spoon, he scooped out a spoonful and fed it to Reid. Reid swallowed the jello reluctantly but allowed Hotch to continue feeding him.
"Where's Garcia and Morgan?" Hotch asked as he tried to get Reid's mind away from not feeling well. Reid swallowed before he began to talk.
"I sent them home. Garcia needs to sleep, eat and rest for herself and the baby. They both needed rest," Reid explained. "I'm going to miss them."
"What are you talking about Reid?"
"They are moving to Morgan's house, I'm going to be all alone. I don't want to be alone, I hate being alone," Reid frowned. "I know they can't stay with me. I'm just getting the way of them having a true family."
Hotch wondered for a moment if Reid's fever was making him more truthful.
"Reid, you're never alone. You have all the team to count on, you can call any of us anytime. Reid, you are not in the way."
"I am though. They kidnapped me to use me against Garcia, I couldn't let them use me. I couldn't let them use me against any of you," Reid explained in a slightly panicky voice. "Sick of being used and hurt, sick of pain. I don't want to lose Morgan and Garcia. I don't want to lose my best friend and my big brother."
"Reid, calm down. Everything is fine," Hotch said as he placed his hand on Reid's shoulder. Reid needed to calm down, it wasn't healthy for Reid to get so worked up.
"I'm gonna be sick," Reid gasped.
Hotch moved quickly and grabbed a small bowl from Reid's bedside table and and placed it under Reid's chin. The disgusting sound of Reid vomiting filled the air, Hotch grimaced as Reid puked into the bowl. He patted Reid's upper back gently to try and help him.
Hotch had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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