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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, Canadian or not! I hope all you Canadians are having a great thanksgiving and all you non-Canadians are having a great Monday, and finding something to be thankful for anyways (: I am thankful for you, all my readers. And here is the next chapter for all of you. A bunch of you have started to note that they should take Reid to a doctor, which I don't normally do but because it will make the story longer, I'll do it this time (: So please, enjoy!

As quickly as Morgan had fallen into sleep, he was woken out of it again. He sat up, startled by something. He looked to Reid's bed to see Reid sleeping restlessly. He looked around the room but found no cause for his jumpiness. He sighed and checked his watch. It was after midnight and Morgan realized he must've slept for a least an hour and a half. Shaking his head, Morgan leaned over and switched on the lamp. The dull light filled the room. Morgan looked at Reid, who, to be honest, did not look that great. Morgan realized he must be sweating out a good-sized fever because most of the pillow case was damp with perspiration. Derek decided he should take Reid's temperature, so he made his way to the dresser. On his way back to the bed, he tripped on his shoes, crashing into the table and causing the clock to slip off and hit the floor with a bang.

"Who's there?" Reid sat up slowly.

"Hey, Reid. I'm sorry, man. I tripped." Morgan stumbled the rest of the way to the bed and began nursing his stubbed toe.

"How're you feeling?"

"Sick." Reid fell back down, unable to support himself any longer.

"I bet. Here." Morgan thrust the thermometer towards Reid, who took it and slipped it in his mouth. He closed his lips around the device and then closed his eyes. When he heard the machine beep, he pulled it out of his mouth and handed it back to Morgan.

"That's not good, Reid. It's over one hundred and two. Almost up to one-oh-three."

Reid grimaced ever so slightly, trying to move too much; moving made his head hurt.

"Why don't you try and eat something?" Morgan suggested. "I have Jell-O. It's red even."

Reid just nodded.

"Awesome. And maybe something to drink? Water or tea?" Morgan pressed, while searching for a spoon.

"Water please." Reid's voice was barely audible.

"Okay. Here you go." Morgan handed the plastic cup and spoon to Reid and put the water bottle on the table.

"Thanks." Reid very slowly propped himself up with his pillows as Morgan watched silently. After getting comfortable, Reid opened the container and finished off about half of the Jell-O. He leaned over and put it on the table and grabbed the water bottle, from which he took a few timid sips.

"You okay?" Morgan asked as he watched Reid fiddle with the bottle lid. Reid turned to look at him.

"I—I think so. My stomach just feels really weird and un--"

Reid interrupted himself by leaning over the edge of the bed and throwing up the semi-solid red Jell-O he had just eaten all over Moran's stocking feet.

"Ahhh." Morgan stiffened as he felt the substance soaking through the material.

Reid was still leaning over, trying to catch his breath. Morgan, as much as he hated barf, knew Reid couldn't help it and Morgan felt sorry for the kid.

"Sorry." Reid said from his bent over position.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Morgan said compassionately. He walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the towels from the rack and began to mop up the mess on the floor. He dumped all the dirty towels in the tub and then wet a facecloth and returned to Reid, who, miraculously was still bent over.

Morgan gently took Reid's shoulders and straightened him up, handing him the facecloth when he was upright again.

"Thanks." Reid used the cool cloth to wipe up his face.

"No problem." Morgan handed Reid his water bottle and then went in the bathroom to scrub off his feet, shuddering as he pulled the vomit-smelling socks off his feet. He quickly washed them and tossed them atop of the towels, which he noted would never be their pure white color again.

When Morgan walked back out of the bathroom, he saw Reid was almost half asleep again. Seeing that his bed was pretty much soaked, Morgan gently woke Reid up and helped him into the fresh bed. He heard Reid sigh contentedly as he slipped under the fresh, cool blankets. He watched as Reid's eyes slipped closed and within a minute, Reid was snoring softly.

Morgan stripped the bed and tied the towels and the sheets into a bundle. He grabbed his phone and a room key and slipped out and went to the lobby.

Getting some strange stares from the hotel employees, Morgan explained the situation to the woman behind the desk who was sympathetic. She accepted the pile of laundry and assured Morgan that someone would be up soon with fresh sheets and towels, as well as disinfectant for the floor.

"Thanks." Morgan said, turning away from the counter. He then pulled his phone from his belt and dialed JJ.

"Hello?" JJ voice sounded tired through the wireless signal.

"JJ, it's Morgan."

"How's Reid?" JJ jumped right to the point and Morgan had to smile.

"Not well. He just threw up again and his temp's almost one-oh-three. We need to take him to the doctor, JJ."

"Yeah, I agree. I'll ask around here and see if we can find one. I'll call you when we do."

"Okay. 'Bye."

Morgan flipped his phone closed and returned to their room.

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