Addicted to You

22

Attici was laying in bed, just trying to get some more sleep and she was almost there when her phone rang. She tried to ignore it, but of course, she couldn't. She reached her arm behind her and ripped the phone from her nightstand. 

"What do you want from me?", to be honest, she didn't even bother to see who it was before picking up. 

"Aww, are you ok?", Spencer replied. 

"Do I sound ok?"

"Not really, no."

"Gee, thanks. But no, I woke up this morning sick as all hell, turns out I have the flu.", she laughed with sarcasm. 

"Ok, well I'll be back soon, baby."

"Ok, love you."

"Love you too."

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Spencer grabbed a bottle of Gatorade before climbing into bed with Atti. 

"I told you I was sick right?", she laughed weakly. 

"Yes, you did."

"You hate germs."

"I do, but you are an exception."

"And why is that?", she smiled. 

"Because your germs are cute.", he kissed her forehead, "Atti, you're burning up."

"Who are you? My mom?", she giggled. 

"No.", Spencer replied flatly, "But now that you mention it, drink this.", he handed her the bottle of Gatorade. 

Atticus sat up and took the bottle from him, "You know I'm just gonna throw up, right?"

"Just drink it, please."

She drank some of it, only to throw it back up a few minutes later, "I told you that would happen."

"I know, but you need to stay hydrated."

"I don't see how drinking fluids and then vomiting five minutes after is gonna help me."

"Stop being sassy. Just drink it and accept my love."

"Ok.", she muttered quietly. 

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They made it through the rest of the night, only for Spencer to call in sick the next morning. They spent most of the day in bed, taking turns getting up for Advil, damp washcloths, or just to throw up. Spencer picked up his phone as quietly as possible, keeping Atticus close as she slept. 

"Hello, my little sicky!", Garcia cooed from the other line. 

"You're outside Atti's apartment aren't you?", Reid laughed quietly. 

"How'd you know?"

"Who else would show up to our apartment building unannounced just because I called in sick?"

"You never get sick! I'm a worrier, Reid!"

"Well I can assure you, although I am not well, I am very much alive. Give me a second to open the door, I have to figure out how to get out of here without waking her up--or actually, it might be unlocked."

"It is....not. So, I shall be patiently waiting! PG out!"

Reid let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he remembered to lock the door. He got up ever so slowly, knowing that Att's a relatively light sleeper, not to mention she startles every time someone or something wakes her up. He swung the front door open to reveal one brightly colored, cheery-as-always, Penelope Garcia. She handed him some soup, ginger-ale, and even more Gatorade. He thanked her and headed to the kitchen, "Babe, what are you doing?", Atti questioned as she rubbed her eyes.