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Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Mind or anything here.
Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, etc.
Chapter four: No answer
"Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid."
― Langston Hughes
"You feeling better?" Morgan asked while driving.
"Focus on driving," Reid sighed slightly annoyed.
"Are you mad?"
"Just a bit," Reid admitted.
"We're just worried…" Morgan trailed off.
Spencer started to cough again. Towards the end he began to groan.
"Should I pull over?"
"Y-yeah," Reid nodded.
He gently pulled the car over and came to a halt. Reid opened the door and retch everything he had eaten that morning during their flight.
"Reid?" Morgan questioned softly.
He hated when people vomited. It was a bit disgusting but he sucked it up for Reid. Reid didn't answer he just heaved.
"Reid…answer me please," Morgan spoke again.
"I…I don't feel well," Reid moaned.
Morgan unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed over to Reid's side. He rubbed soothing circles into his back. He wanted to puke as well when he saw the bile on the ground.
"You still have a fever," Morgan observed.
"I'll be fine…maybe just…ate something bad," Reid shrugged.
"Reid…" he whispered.
Reid leaned back in his seat. He felt as a headache started to manifest. He groaned again.
"Let's just go to the hotel," he replied weakly.
Morgan sighed and closed the door. He made his way to the driver's side and started the car. He drove the rest of the way in silence. He knew aggravating Reid would make him feel worse. A while later they arrived in the parking lot. Morgan parked the car and went to help Reid. He had to shift most of Reid's weight onto his to support him. He was so weak and burning up.
They checked in and walked to their room. Good thing they were sharing the room. Now he could make sure to keep a closer eye on him.
"Do you need anything Pretty boy?" he asks.
"I'm just going to take a shower and then sleep," Reid mumbled his response.
"Alright," Morgan agreed.
Reid grabbed his toiletries and headed toward the bathroom. He turned on the warm water and let it run. He lay down his towel on the cover of the toilet seat. He sighed deeply and suddenly the room started spinning. He held on to the wall and made a futile effort to call out. It came as a struggled chock but with the water running no one would've heard it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the ground with a thud.
It was twenty minutes and no sign of Reid. Morgan sighed again…it doesn't take him this long, he muses. He knocked on the door but no answer. He called out. Again no answer. Hotch came in the room after a soft knock.
"How's Reid?" Hotch asked.
"He got in the shower a while ago but hasn't come out. I tried calling but he won't answer…the door is locked too," he replies.
"Reid!" Hotch calls out.
No answer.
"Knock the door down," Hotch ordered.
"What?"
"Knock the door down," Hotch repeated.
"Alright," Morgan nodded.
He kicked the door but it barely opened all the way. There was something…someone blocking it. He opened it slowly and found Reid on the ground. He acted on instinct and gathered the really pale agent in his arms. He rushed out and placed him on the bed. Hotch right behind didn't miss a thing.
"Reid," Morgan called his name.
The boy's breathing was slow and sounded struggled. Hotch checked his pulse.
"It's not strong enough," he said gently.
"Reid don't you dare die on me here!" Morgan shook him.
"Mmm…just tired," Reid groaned.
"Reid!"
"Mmm?"
"You okay?" Hotch questioned.
"Tired…" he answered.
"Next time don't fall asleep on the ground," Derek scolded.
"'m 'kay," he whispered hoarsely.
"Let him rest…if it gets worse we'll take him to the hospital," Hotch responded.
"…I'm staying by his side," Morgan insisted.
"You should go…the team needs you," Hotch said.
"No…" Morgan replied.
"Morgan," he began.
"I don't want to leave him," Morgan cut him off.
"I'll stay with him," Hotch assured.
"…I'm worried…he looks like his dead and alive," Morgan shuddered.
"You and I both," Hotch reasoned.