--I guess now we find out what the flip is goin on huh? Enjoy!!--
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My face feels hot, but the rest of me feels cold. I pulled my sleeves down so they completely covered my arms. I folded them in front of me and rested my head on them. I had told them what they needed to know, and now I just wanted to sleep. I don't understand what's wrong with me. I, I just don't feel good. I closed my eyes, trying to make the pain in my head go away. This has just not been my day, neither was yesterday for that matter. And the day before? Well I don't know about that. My joints ache every time they move.
Is there a name for what's a matter with me? If there is I hope someone let's me know, I'd like to know what to call this bad thing. Somebody touched my shoulder and I jumped.
"Sorry," Penelope said. "Did I wake you up?" She asked. I shook my head. She had something in her hand, a strange metal stick. I had no idea what it was for though. "Oh," Penelope said, following my gaze. "You use this to take your temperature." My brows furrowed. She giggled. "Um, this tells you how hot you are." She said. She sighed and wrinkled her nose. "If I would have said that to anyone but you…" She mumbled.
"How does it work?" I asked. My throat hurt and it sounded strange when I talked, and quiet. She smiled at me and handed me the strange looking stick.
"Just push the blue button and put the other end under your tongue." She said simply.
"What's this called?" I asked.
"A thermometer." I nodded. I did what she told me to, the Ther Mom etter felt weird in my mouth. A minute later it beeped, I jumped and the device fell out of my mouth. Penelope laughed and picked it up off of the desk.
"It's alright," She said. "It's supposed to do that." She turned the stick over and looked at something on the small gray screen. She bit her lower lip, brow creased. "That's not good." She said. I didn't bother to ask, I didn't really want to know. She walked over to me and grasped my shoulders lightly and sat me back down. "Okay," She said, taking a deep breath. "You stay here and rest. I'll be right back."
"What were you looking at?" I asked, an invisible something scraping my throat.
"When the thermometer beeps it says how hot you are, the bigger the number the worse it is." She said. "The number I saw on it from you was 101.7."
"And that's bad?" I asked. She nodded.
"Yeah that's bad." She said. I sighed and laid my head down again.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked.
"You're sick." Penelope said. So that's what it's called. I felt my eyes trying to close, and this time I let them.
"I called Dr. Manning," Gideon said, walking toward Garcia. "He said this was all side affects to the Amytal." Garcia nodded, a look of relief on her face. She looked around, over Gideon's shoulder and then back to him.
"Where's everybody else?" She asked. His eyes flicked to Reid for a brief moment.
"They're out looking for Harrison. I thought I should come here." He said. Garcia nodded. "I should have been here to begin with," He mumbled. "How high was his fever?" He asked.
"Almost 102," She said. "I gave him some Tylenol, but it didn't seem to help much," She said. "I'm kinda worried Gideon." She admitted.
"He'll be alright," Gideon assured. "Manning said that this was a common side affect and it shouldn't get too bad. But if his fever went over 103 we should take him to the ER." He said. Garcia's eyes grew. Gideon chuckled. "But the chances of that happening are very slim." He added. Garcia sighed.
"Thanks, now I feel better." She said sarcastically.
"How long has he been asleep?" Gideon asked.
"About an hour. And he hasn't been sleeping very well either," She said. "He keeps mumbling about different stuff." She muttered. He nodded.
"I should have stayed here from the beginning," He grumbled. "Remembering an entire lifetime isn't an easy task."
"Especially when your brain has all the information on the face of the planet." Garcia said. Gideon half smiled.
"Or when it remembers being kidnapped less than two weeks ago." He added grimly. Garcia bit her lip. She'd been right in front of the computer watching that freak hurt Spencer. How scared she was that seeing him on the screen was the last time she'd ever see him. Or that Morgan could get arrested for murder if he was left alone with "Raphael". The memories even now made her stomach flip. She couldn't imagine what it had been like for him. Being left alone with some crazed religious nut, his meek and quiet son, and the twisted counterpart that was made up of the both of them, all in one body. Not knowing which one was gonna walk through the door whether or not they were going to hurt him or not, or if this would be the last breath he would take.
Garcia shook her head, swallowed the lump in her throat and feverishly blinked the tears out of her eyes. This was one topic she cared not to talk about.
"Garcia," Gideon said. "Go take a break." He said gently. Garcia nodded and turned on her heel, heading toward the break room.
Gideon turned to Reid. His head was resting on his arms, eyes closed. His cheeks were flushed and greatly contrasted with the dark brown circles under his eyes and the light purple color of exhaustion on his eyelids. Gideon sighed, sort of at a loss. He didn't really know what to do, memory loss wasn't at the top of his list of expertise. But he at least had to try.
Spencer winced and mumbled something incoherent. He said something else that sounded like "don't" and winced deeper. His breath got heavier and he turned his head, facing away from Gideon.
Gideon took a step toward Reid, brow furrowed. Spencer uttered something else and faced Gideon again, eyes clamped shut, his face screwed up in pain that Gideon couldn't see, his hair partially hiding his face. Gideon placed his hand on Reid's shoulder. He winced again. Another disjointed phrase fell over his lips.
"Spencer," Gideon said gently, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Spencer it's alright, wake up." Another, deeper still, wince. "Spencer wake up." Spencer shuddered. "Spe-" Before Gideon could finish Spencer gasped and sat up, eyes wild and frantic for a moment. He looked at Gideon and sighed.
"Bad dream." He gulped quietly. He grimaced after he swallowed, a grating feeling scraping his sore throat.
"Are you okay?" Gideon asked. Spence nodded slowly, his breath slowing to a normal level.
"Gideon right?" He asked. Gideon nodded. "Are, do you and I talk a lot?" He asked. Gideon nodded again. "Okay," Spencer whispered. "Can…Can I talk to you?"
"Anything you want to talk about, I'll listen." Gideon said. Spencer sighed.
"I don't think this medicine's working," He admitted. "I mean, I remember things, most of the time it's stuff I didn't want to remember, but they don't feel like mine. It's, it's like…"
"Like you're watching all of these things happening but it's to someone else, not you." Gideon offered. Spencer nodded.
"I still feel like this person I'm supposed to be is a stranger. I hear my own name and I don't even recognize it," He said. "There's so much I remember but…most of it's terrible." He whispered. Gideon nodded, encouraging him to continue. "I want to be who I was. I don't want to live the rest of my life as some stranger and never be able to even know my own mother's name. I hardly remember the name of the town I grew up in."
"Las Vegas." Gideon mumbled. Spencer nodded.
"Yeah that. And don't even get me started on all the things I don't understand. Like bad words. What makes a word bad? And what are good words?" Gideon grinned, no matter how hard he tried to stop. "And then the looks people give each other." Spencer said, exasperated. "They send so many messages back and forth, it's maddening! Some look angry, some look happy and some look, see I don't even know what to call it!" Gideon started to laugh, he couldn't help it. Spencer started to chuckle too.
"I don't think I want to know what they mean come to think of it." He giggled. Gideon shook his head.
"No, trust me, you don't." Gideon chortled. Spencer nodded.
"I'll take your word for it." He laughed. Gideon sighed, composing himself.
"Spencer I'm going to promise you something." He said. "I promise you that you won't feel like a stranger anymore. You will get your memory back, I'll make sure of it." Spencer nodded.
"Thank you." He said softly. He still didn't feel good, his throat was on fire, his fever hadn't broke, but he had something he hadn't before. Hope.
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