Emily drove up to apartment, and couldn't wait to get inside. An nice shower, a pair of sweats, and her own bed. Looking over at the passenger side, she noticed that her passenger had fallen asleep, with her head leaning against the window. Prentiss smiled, she was glad that Seaver was not as sick as she was, but she knew at 99.9 fever was still not tip top shape.
Most other people would of let the cadet fend for herself, after caring for her for the last 72 hours, but Emily just couldn't. She knew the girl would be alone in her apartment, and would forget to take the pills the doctor gave her, to make sure the infection stayed a bay. E
mily remembered 22, and how whenever she was sick, the perfect medication would be a bottle of wine, some tylenol, and frozen meals. But she also remembered the loneliness that came along with it. Laying on her bed, wishing someone was there to bring her a glass of water, or to hold her hair back when she got sick. Knowing that she could aid in Ashley's recovery made her feel good.
"Hey Ash, were here," she said softly, slightly nudging the sleeping cadet.
Ashley blinked her eyes, trying to get her bearings.
"Oh wow, I must of fell asleep," she said, rubbing her eyes. Ashley still felt like a bull dozer hit her, and this time she was well aware of how she felt. Back in quarantine, she was so in and out of it, the discomfort was only fleeting. Now, she felt that she was experiencing the worst hangover in her life, times ten. Seaver hobbled out of the car, and followed Emily up to her third floor apartment. Ashley knew that Emily invited her to say at her apartment, but it still made the cadet feel embarrassed.
Apparently the two had gotten to know each other very well during quarantine, but Seaver wanted to maintain the little pride she had left. "Are you positive you don't want to be here by yourself," Seaver asked quietly, as Emily fumbled with her keys to open the door.
"Seaver, shut up and get into the apartment," Emily laughed, swinging open the door. Seaver was taken back by how nice the apartment looked. It was a far cry from the three room apartment she shared with a fellow cadet back on base.
"Wow this is the life," Seaver mumbled, sitting down on the couch.
Emily thumbed through the stack of mail, glancing over at her co-worker. Seaver's face was flushed from the trek to the apartment, and her breathing seemed labored.
"Why don't you take a shower, and I'll give you some sweats to put on. You must be tired," Emily said.
Seaver nodded, and went towards the bathroom. After hearing the water run, Emily went to her bedroom, and grabbed a pair of sweat clothes. Laying them outside of the door, the agent went to the kitchen, and put on a pot of tea.
Looking around, Emily smiled realizing that she was no longer stuck in one room. After a while, Seaver shuffled into the kitchen and took a seat at the kitchen table.
"How did the shower feel," Emily said, handing her a cup of tea.
"It felt great to wash off all the dried sweat," she said, sipping the tea.
"Shower's always do the body good. Now it's time to take your medicine," Emily said looking at the clock. Seaver nodded, forgetting all about the medicine.
"Do I really need to take those pills, I mean I'm not super feverish anymore," the blonde said watching Emily going through her purse for the pills.
"Your still feverish, and why would the doctor say to finish them if you didn't have to? For his own health," she said, handing Seaver two tiny blue pills.
Sighing, Ashley swallowed the pills while rolling her eyes. She knew if she was alone in her apartment, those pills would be sitting the bag still. She wasn't used to someone telling her what to do, especially regarding person matters. It was always Ashley who was on top of her game, and calling the shots. At the moment, all Ashley wanted to do was call it a night.
"Why don't you lay down in the guest bedroom, you look like your about to pass out," Emily said, excited for sleep herself.
Seaver nodded, "that sounds like a perfect idea."
Emily led her to the spare bedroom next to her own, and turned the light on.
"I'll be in to check on you in a bit, " the brunette said, leaving the blonde to herself. Before Seaver could object, Emily had went into her own room and shut the door.
As Emily laid down on her bed, she closed her eyes. She hoped Ashley didn't feel intimidated or weird about staying at her apartment, and that it was for her own well being.
Seaver flopped on the bed. She couldn't believe how nice Emily's guest room was, and how comfortable the bed was. Usually, guest rooms meant sleeping on a lumpy couch, or on a futon placed in a musty room. But not this one – this one had a full bed, with down covers, and cotton sheets. The pillows seemed barely used, and the vanity had dust gathering on it's engraved ages.
If this was her guest room, Ashley thought, imagine how nice her actual bedroom was? Leaning back into the pillows, Ashley knew she needed to sleep. It had been a long few days, and just the journey from the airport to the apartment had zapped her energy.
The doctor said it may take a week to get back to her usual stamina, and that there was a slight chance of a resurgence of the infection. It wouldn't be contagious this time around, but it would still pack a punch to her own body. Seaver doubted that would happen, due to the fact of how sick she had been. Would karma really bite her in the ass again?
Emily tossed and turned a bit before getting out of bed. She had woken up thirty minutes before hand, but her bed felt so good, it made it hard to get out. Looking at her clock, she'd apparently fallen asleep for three hours. Rubbing her temples, she remembered Seaver sleeping in her guest room, and decided to check on her.
The guest room was still closed, so Emily knocked softly, calling out the cadet's name. When there wasn't an answer, she opened the door slightly. Seaver was tangled in the covers, her blonde hair covering the pillows.
Her face was beet red, and she seemed to be muttering something under her breath. Emily moved closer to the bed, careful not to spook the girl. She wanted to see if the flush face was from a nightmare, or a reoccurrence of her fever.
"He didn't do it, he didn't do it," Ashley was saying, shaking her head back and forth. Emily put her hand on Seaver's shoulder, and slightly shook her.
"Seaver, are you okay," she said, unsure on how to go about this. When the girl just kept mumbling, she decided to shake the girl harder.
"Ashley, you're having a nightmare," she said, a bit louder this time.
Ashley opened her eyes, and looked around the room. When she saw Emily looking down at her, she remembered where she was.
"You were upset in your sleep, and your completely flush, so I wanted to make sure that it wasn't the fever creeping back in," Emily said, rubbing her shoulder.
Ashley nodded, "I didn't mean to wake you up."
Emily shook her head, "I was already awake. Do you feel any better."
Ashley just nodded, even though the room was still spinning a bit, and her headache was back. Emily looked at her in disbelief, but decided not to push the subject.
"Why don't we find something for dinner, do you like soup," the brunette asked. Ashley once again nodded, even though the thought of food made her nauseous.
"I'm not that hungry thought]," the blonde said.
"You need to eat Seaver, your already skin and bones," she said, heading out the room.
Sighing, Seaver put her feet on the ground and went to follow Emily to the kitchen. Getting halfway down the hall, Ashley threw her hand up against the wall to keep from falling down. Apparently her legs didn't feel as strong as she had previously thought.
"Seaver, are you okay," Emily looked back to see the barely standing agent.
"Never better," Ashley gritted through her teeth as she continued to shuffle to the kitchen. Emily began opening the the cabinets, while Ashley finally made it into the kitchen.
"I thought you got lost," Emily smirked as Seaver sat down.
"Well it is ten times bigger than my hole in the wall apartment," she said, folding her arms on the table.
"Wait till you have a bit saved up, we all start somewhere. I think back at some of the first places I slept in and cringe," Emily laughed, dumping the vegetable soup into the pan.
She wasn't used to cooking, but after the take out they lived off of all weekend, it was worth the change up.
"Really, did you stay in the cadet dorms," Seaver asked, curious to learn more about Emily.
"Oh yea, but back then it was three girls to a room that was the size of a shoe box. You could barely roll over without toppling on another cadet," she snorted, remembering how hard it was to decompress with people always in her face.
"Wow, at least we get our own rooms now, but it's still cramped. And the plumbing is,"
"Always broken," Emily finished, laughing that the living situation was still the same.
Pouring the soup into the bowels, Emily passed the blonde her dinner. Ashley looked at the soup, and stirred it around the bowel a bit, trying to sum up some appetite to eat it.
"Is it not warm enough, "Emily asked.
Seaver shook her head, "my stomach just feels like I cam off a whirl and twirl."
Emily nodded, "but you need to try to eat a bit, because if you don't your legs are gonna keep dropping out on you."
Looking at the seriousness of Emily's eyes, Seaver knew she had to try to get some of the soup down.
"I wonder how Reid's feeling," Seaver asked, taking a pause from choking down the soup. Emily scratched her head, realizing she never even thought about who was going to keep an eye out on Reid.
"Good question, let me give him a call," Emily said reaching for her phone. Seaver sighed, and hoped that he was feeling better than her.