"Guys I'm fine."
"Yeah that's exactly why you had a killer fever." Morgan replied rolling his eyes. It took almost all his restraint from not locking the kid up away from all the horrors he sees on a daily basis, and now he gets sick. It seemed to the entire team that it was always Reid who got hurt, sick, kidnapped and whatever else done to him. It was always Dr. Spencer Reid.
"Seriously, I am fine. It's just the flu and statistically it will only last a week or less. You guys shouldn't worry about me so much." Spencer replied leaning back into the hospital bed. Soon after that was said the doctor walked in with a clip board in hand.
"Hello Mr. Reid..." He started but was cut off.
"Dr. Reid." Penelope and Derek corrected.
"Right of course, Dr. Reid. My diagnosis is that your fine, all your symptoms point to a bad case of the flu. Your fever was a little out of the ordinary but it was just a complication. You should be feeling better in a few days and you must remember to drink lots of fluids and get lots of rest. But I am pretty sure your colleagues here will make sure of that." The doctor lectured.
"Does that mean he can go?" Garcia asked brightly.
"Yes it does. He just needs to fill out the paper work to leave and then you can take him back to, well wherever you're staying."
"Thank you Doctor..."
"Michaels. Oh also, if his fever spikes or he cannot stop vomiting bring him back here immediately." He handed Morgan the paper work to be filled out and took it back as soon as Morgan was finished. Then he walked briskly out the door.
"Alright kid, let's get you back to the hotel." Morgan muttered but quickly noticed Reid had fallen back to sleep.
"Reid? Come on my doll you got to wake up so we can get you back to the hotel." Penelope muttered shaking the unconscious form of Spencer Reid. His eyes fluttered open but they were a little glassy because of the strength of his still high fever.
"I'm awake..." He muttered while Derek helped him out of the bed. He handed Reid his clothes and waited while Reid went to the washroom to change. Garcia had gone to pull the car around.
Reid walked out of the washroom fully changed and ready to go, except for the fact he was extremely light headed and dizzy. As Spencer walked his way over to where Morgan stood in wait, he stumbled. Morgan caught him before he hit the ground.
"Woah there pretty boy, you okay?"
"Yeah, just dizzy and tired and...and tired." Reid slurred out. Morgan threw his arm around Reid's waist and took Reid's arm around his shoulder and started supporting his weight. As they walked past the reception desk Morgan noticed Dr. Michaels was arguing with someone quite furiously over the phone. Morgan tried to hear more but quickly noticed Reid was falling asleep again. Slowly the duo made their way to the waiting SUV, Morgan put Reid in the back seat and got into the front himself.
"Are you sure he's okay?" Penelope asked, while looking at Reid through the rear view mirror. He looked positively dreadful. His hair was matted down to his forehead from the fever, the dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced, and he was deathly pale except for the red staining his face and neck.
"He's a fighter, he'll be fine." Morgan muttered back although he was worried himself.
Suddenly Reid started coughing in the back seat, Morgan reached for the water bottle Penelope bought and reached back to give it to his now awake colleague.
"Thanks..." Reid mumbled while gulping down some water. It started to make his stomach churn though, and he started swallowing convulsively.
"Kid are you okay?" Morgan asked as he reached for the bucket they had brought along with them just in case. Reid shook his head and stuttered out something along the lines of I'm going to throw up. Morgan quickly handed the bucket back to him where he threw up the little amount of food he had at the hospital. Slowly and unsurely he lowered the bucket and looked up. Both Morgan's and Garcia's eyes were on him.
"I don't like this." He muttered, "And uh... where do I put this?" He asked pointedly to his puke bucket.
"I got it Reid." Morgan said taking it out of his hands and putting it inside a plastic bag. Reid eyes were even more glazed than before and he was starting to sink into the seat.
"When are we going to get back to the hotel?" He asked as his eyes started shutting.
"5 minutes or so, we shall get you into a nice cozy bed soon mini man." Garcia answered. She quickly looked back to see Spencer fall into a feverish sleep. She sighed, the next few days were going to be hell on him, and possibly worse for the team because of how he always refused special treatment.