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Chapter five: Cold blue eyes

"The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed."
-Eminem

"M-Morgan?" Reid asked groggily.

"He left a while ago, out with the team, Hotch informed.

"Oh…oh god," Reid whimpered.

Hotch grabbed a trash can and placed it on the side of the bed. He watched as Reid vomited. He saw how Reid heaved since he had thrown up before. There was nothing for him to really retch.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"…No," Reid answered.

"Alright…how are you feeling?"

"Tired…how long have I've been out?" he asked.

"Well it's three in the afternoon," Hotch said.

"I've been out for three hours twenty-six minutes and fifteen seconds?" it sounded like a question though it was a clear statement.

"Basically," Hotch nodded.

"I'm still exhausted," he moaned.

"Do you need me to get you anything or…maybe call a doctor?" Hotch suggested.

"No…I-I think I'll live," Reid answered.

"Alright…if you'll excuse me I need to bring some files," Hotch sighed as he exited the room.

"Morgan?"

"Hey Hotch…how's Reid…and why aren't you with him?" he asked panicked.

"He just woke up I was just going to get a few files…he seemed fine except he threw up," Hotch answered.

"He doesn't even have food in his system."

"Well he still had bile to retch," Hotch shuddered.

Back in the hotel room Reid sat up. He was still extremely dizzy. The headache returned painfully. He was in so much pain. It hurt to even breathe. His chest hurt as well as his abdomen. He started to cough again as Hotch and Morgan reentered the room.

"Hey," Morgan rushed to his side.

"Reid?" Hotch asked softly.

Reid chocked and moaned. He was in clear pain but against his protests what could they do? They watched as he kept coughing. It was a terrible sound. It was a cough laced with pain.

Morgan sat on the end of the bed and Hotch stood beside him. Reid gasped for air. He gulped but that motion caused more coughing and more pain.

"Reid?" Morgan called.

He finally looked up after coughing, "Hey."

"Hey you okay?"

"Fine…just sore throat," he shrugged.

"If you say so…" Morgan sighed.

"Can…c-can I go back to the station?"

Morgan glanced at Hotch as he nodded in agreement. Morgan gaped. Hotch sighed and went forth to explain.

"It'll be better…he'll be with us so we can help. We also need his help," Hotch said matter-of-factly.

"Fine…" Morgan agreed reluctantly.

Hotch left before they did. Reid went to take a shower. This time they both made sure the door was slightly open just in case. Morgan waited patiently as Reid finished dressing. He looked paler than when Morgan last saw him.

Twenty minutes later they were in the SUV. Reid was in the passenger seat as Morgan drove. They heard a metallic sound rebound from the front of the black SUV. Then another landed. The car started to swerve as Morgan desperately tried to maneuver it. They crashed against a post. Morgan was knocked unconscious. Reid strained to see what was happening despite the protests of his pounding head. He saw cold blue eyes peering at him. Then he was engulfed in darkness.