"I'm serious, Reid. She was telling me about the information she is having pulled so that we can make sure we have everything we need for you to come home tomorrow."

Morgan sighed as he watched his friend turn over in the bed. "Reid, please. Don't be like that."

"I'm tired," Spencer took his glasses off and laid them on the table by the bed. "You don't have to stay. I'm going to sleep."

"Reid, I'm going to head out. Jack is staying all night with me and I have to pick him up. Is it okay if he calls around 8:30? He wants to read you a bed-time story since you are sick."

Spencer simply nodded his head. Hotch reached over and patted his leg before motioning Morgan to follow him out.

"I'm going to go talk with the nurse about how to arrange for the oxygen. I'll be right back."

They both silently walked out the door making sure to shut it behind them.

***

"So, what did she really say?" Hotch asked.

"She really was talking to me about setting things up for him to come home. The nurses will help me setup the oxygen and they are pulling information about home-care nurses." Morgan ran his hand across his face from scalp to chin. "I really don't want to leave him all day with just some stranger to take care of him. He would not be comfortable with that at all. Right now he has finally gotten to the point where he isn't embarrassed with me helping him. Is it possible I can get some time off?"

"Of course." Hotch looked at him and then straightened his jacket. "We'll do whatever needs to be done Morgan. I know everyone will pitch in to help. We can make up a schedule to make sure that he is taken care of. Don't worry about time off. Whatever has to be done will be."

Morgan looked at him with a grateful smile. "Dr. Kimura is also worried about Reid slipping into depression. I agree with her. He isn't used to just lying around. Maybe after he sees this doctor and gets a little bit better he could still help out on cases via a laptop like Garcia?"

Hotch let a small smile slip around the corners of his mouth. "Morgan, he's not even out of the hospital yet. But yeah, I do agree that might be something we could do. He is really valuable to the team and once he starts staying awake more he will go stir crazy not using his mental muscles." He looked down at his watch, "I really do have to go. Keep me updated and we'll call later."

"Thanks for staying with him, Hotch."

"Not a problem. Oh . . . give me a key to his apartment. The girls want to decorate since he wouldn't let anyone visit him and we'll also clean out the fridge and bring in new groceries. After you talk to the nurses, give me a call and let me know what we need to do to make sure that everything is ready for him."

Morgan watched his boss leave and stared in amazement. He never knew what to expect from the man at times.

***

The handsome black man walked up to the nurses' station and flashed his brilliant white smile. "Excuse me, ladies. Dr. Kimura said someone could help me arrange for oxygen at home for my friend."

The dark skinned woman actually batted her eyes at him before replying, "Yes, I have that information right here. You need to call one of these services and arrange a time. Then let me know which one and I'll fax over the information to them. You should get right on this because your friend will probably be released around eleven but let me know if that is a problem and we can push the time back some." She handed him several pieces of paper. "Dr. Kimura didn't tell me his friend would be so cute. I'm Linda by the way and I just started working this floor." She pulled one of the papers from his hand and wrote her number at the bottom.

Morgan just smiled at her and headed to the waiting room at the end of the hall to make the calls.

It took forty minutes to finally find a service that was covered by their insurance and that could deliver tomorrow. He finished making his note and then dialed again. "Hey, Hotch. It's Morgan. I have someone coming tomorrow at nine to deliver an oxygen machine. Can you arrange for someone to be there? Okay, I'll let you go."

He stopped back at the desk and asked for Linda.

"Sorry, she's with a patient right now. You're with Dr. Reid, right? Can I help you?"

"Yes, thanks. I found a service to deliver the oxygen machine and Linda said that she would fax over the information they needed."

"I can do that for you. Which one did you go with?"

"ResMedical. Thanks for doing that for me." He smiled warmly and headed back to Reid's room.

***

Derek quietly opened the door and looked at the bed while silently shutting it behind him. Spencer was still on his side facing away from the door but Derek could see that he was asleep and that it wasn't restful. Morgan walked over to that side of the bed and pulled the tan covers up higher so that they were covering Spencer's shoulders. The younger man jerked and gasped in surprise reaching out. Derek quickly caught the pale hand. "Hey, easy now it was just a dream."

Morgan picked up the pulse ox where it had been knocked off. "Let's get this back on before the nurses come to check on you."

Spencer lay there passively while his friend clipped the monitor back on his finger. "You're still here."

"Of course I'm still here. I only stepped out to get the information from the nurse and make some calls. Come on Pretty Boy, talk to me."

"What am I going to do when they send me home tomorrow? I can't take care of myself all day."

Morgan knew this conversation was coming. He continued gripping the long fingers in his hand. "The team is going to take care of you. Before Hotch left, he said that he would have a schedule put together. You're not going to do this alone."

"I don't want the others to see me like this."

"Reid, come on. You know they just want to take care of you. This is like a dream come true for Garcia."

Spencer smiled a little, "I thought you were supposed to be reassuring me."

He reached over and ruffled his friend's messy brown hair. "I am. Don't worry. I know you had to take care of yourself and your mom your whole life and you did a great job. Now let us do this for you." He waited while Spencer swallowed convulsively a few times. "You are going to get better than you are now. And you deserve to be taken care of for once."

"No I don't"

"Yes you do! Now stop complaining. The game should be on in about ten minutes. Do you actually want to watch it with me?"

"Sure, but you have to explain it to me."

"Oh, come on. You have an eidetic memory. Call up all those other times I've explained it."

"Uhm, I wasn't really paying attention then."

"Seriously," Morgan couldn't keep the smile out of his voice.

Reid turned over to get comfortable while Morgan situated the recliner so he didn't put a crick in his neck while watching the game. About thirty minutes into the game Reid was thoroughly bored but he was rescued when the door opened and his dinner was brought in.

"Hey, look kid. It's chicken again."

"Oh, I'm so excited. Where's that jell-o you brought."

"No dessert until you finish your dinner." Morgan watched Spencer give him puppy eyes and a pout. "Don't make me call Hotch." He growled.

"Okay, okay. Anything but that." Morgan watched him pick through his dinner while they continued to watch the game.

"I promise once you are home we'll get something a little more to your liking but don't think you are only going to eat sugar." The older man teased.

After finishing about half of the plate, Reid finally pushed it away. "Morgan, can I possibly get something else to drink."

"Sure, any requests?"

"Coffee?"

"You know if you let Garcia come for a visit I am sure she would sneak you some in."

Spencer looked down at the blanket and began pulling on a loose string, "Anything will be fine."

Morgan felt bad for taking away the good cheer that had been built up. "Be right back."

***

The game was almost over when Morgan's phone rang. "Hey, Hotch. Yeah, let me see if he is still awake."

"I'm awake." Spencer mumbled.

"Yeah, just barely." Derek chuckled. "Here, it's Hotch." He handed over the phone and went back to watching the game.

"Hi, Hotch. Yeah, I'm ready for my story. Hi, Jack. What kind of story are you going to read to me? Really, that is my favorite." He got a little more comfortable and readjusted the phone.

Morgan glanced over and was pleased to see the smile on his friend's face.

Fifteen minutes later the game ended and he looked over to see Spencer asleep and the phone lying against the pillow. He picked it up, "Jack, Hotch. Hey, Hotch. He is totally out. Jack is, too. That is so cute. See you tomorrow then."

***