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Sick!Spencer Reid X Reader

I hadn't seen my boyfriend Spencer in the BAU bullpen yet this morning and that really worried me. He was always on time, maybe a little late, but he always showed up, unlike this morning. I decided to just sit down and take a breath, giving Spencer another half hour to show before I'd go into full freakout.

When he didn't show up after 10, 15, 25 minutes I knew he wasn't coming. I gave him the extra 5 minutes as I walked into Hotch's office and told him I was leaving to go find Spencer. He nodded, giving me permission, obviously worried too and with that, I hopped into my car and headed to my boyfriend's house.

I got a little annoyed when his door was locked and my knocks went unanswered so dig my key out of my bag and unlock it myself, pushing it open and taking a good look around his apartment - nothing is broken or out of place, and his satchel is resting by his desk, so he definitely got home last night. I hear a pained noise from deeper within this apartment and alarm shoots through my body, making me draw my gun and advance with caution.

Once I get close enough, I recognize the sound of someone...vomiting? And then a groan of discomfort in a familiar voice. I lower my gun, pretty sure at this point that I know what's going on, and peek through the open door to the bathroom.

Spencer's resting his forehead on the rim of the toilet - oh wow, he must really be feeling terrible if he's letting something so 'germ-y' touch his face - looking sweaty and miserable, but otherwise unharmed. I let out a sigh of relief and re-holster my gun, causing Spencer to jolt up in surprise at the sudden noise.

His features relax once he realizes it's just me. He opens his mouth to speak, but then his face turns a greenish-pale and he quickly spins back around to the toilet bowl, once again. He gasped short, quick breaths between wet gags and tightening his arms around his obviously tender midsection, eyes teary in pain.

I rush over to him and rub circles over his back, pulling his long hair out of his face and comforting him, gently whispering, "It's okay, you're okay, just get it out," until he finally stops puking. Once he's done, he closes his eyes against the harsh bathroom light and starts wavering where he sits, too weak to hold himself steady. I pull him back to lean into my chest so he can rest before the next wave hits - I'm no where near naive enough to think that whatever this is is over just yet.

And just as predicted Spencer was soon scrambling back to the toilet, the next round of sick forcing its way up his throat. I once again moved his long hair from his face and began rubbing gentle circles on his back, wrapping an arm around him when I saw the tears streaming down his cheeks, I knew how much my boyfriend hated being sick.

When his stomach finally calmed down, I held his drooping head in my hands so he wouldn't have to lay it on the toilet seat again. I could tell he wasn't yet in the clear as his stomach was still gurgling and churning angrily, but it seemed to be calm for now. I decided he would be comfier in the bed so I scooped him up in my arms, careful not to shake him too much and make him sick again.

Once Spencer was safely laying back in his bed with a bucket at his bedside and a cold cloth on his forehead, I gently snuggled in behind him so his head was resting on my chest and began gently raking my fingers along his scalp.

Based on the symptoms I had seen so far, I concluded that Spencer most likely had the stomach flu; fever, vomiting, headache, fatigue; all the needed signs. As I continued running one hand through his hair, I used to other to take the cold cloth off his forehead and trace it along his sweaty face and neck. I smiled gently when he relaxed at the cool sensation.

Since he couldn't fall asleep, I had Spencer take a few small sips of water so he didn't get dehydrated from the multiple vomiting spells. Once he was done, I set the glass back on the bedside table and let Spencer cuddle into my chest again.

We laid there silently just enjoying each others embrace for another 5 minutes before Spencer spoke up. "Babe?"

"Yeah what's up Spence?" I questioned gently, continuing to rake my fingers through his long locks.

"Mm gonna puke," He whined, clutching his stomach when it cramped harshly and let out a loud groan.

"Oh, shit okay," I quickly reach for the trash bin I conveniently placed at the bedside for this exact occasion and held it for boyfriend, who had a firm hand to his lips as his cheeks puffed out.

I gently but sternly pulled his hand from his mouth moving the one thing that holding back everything from coming out. Once his hand was gone, the floodgates opened and Spencer gagged harshly over the plastic receptacle as I rubbed his back. A hollow splat echoed through the room as the first wave of sick fell from his mouth and into the trash bin.

I continued to rub comforting circles on his back as his stomach finished emptying the little food it had left in his stomach. He pushed the bin away when he was fully done and I set it on the floor, I could empty it later when Spence was feeling better. Spencer snuggled back into my chest and I replaced the cold rag on his forehead. I could still hear his stomach gurgling so I placed a gentle hand on the sick organ and began to rub careful circles.

When he didn't push my hand away, I put a little more pressure into it and continued to rub. I could tell that it was gonna be a long day of sickness, but for now, I was just gonna enjoy the comfort of the man I loved.

A/n: Welp I hope you liked it. Please please please leave requests in the comments I love writing them. Well until next time, BYEEE!!!

~Luna