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Sick!Aaron Hotchner X Reader

(Y/n)'s POV:

I could tell Hotch was not doing good. He had his head laid down on his desk but that couldn't stop me from seeing his excessively sweaty, pale skin and dark bags under his eyes. He had one hand clutched around his stomach so that told me he was probably nauseous. I finally decided to go talk to him when I used my supernatural hearing and could hear the wet burps Hotch was trying and failing to stifle, clearly he was extremely close to puking all over his desk.

I swiftly walked up to Aaron's office and closed the door, then I used my supernatural speed to close all the blinds. Clearly, Hotch hadn't noticed me, as he jumped when I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, this told me he was extremely out of it. When he looked up I could see the fevered daze in his eyes, but then I also saw the slight green tinge of his skin.

I put a quick soundproofing spell on the room so the other profilers wouldn't hear Hotch puke, and just as quickly sped across the room to grab the trash can in the corner, then shoved the plastic receptacle under the sick man's chin. He grabbed it tightly and retched loudly into the bin. I placed a gentle hand on his back and began to rub slow circles, trying to comfort the usually stoic man in some way.

Once I was sure he was done I used a spell to empty the bin, then quickly snuck Hotch out the back door so none of the others would see his pitiful state. I carefully placed him in the car and shot Spencer and Penelope a text saying I was taking Hotch home cause he was sick. I turned the keys in the ignition and then headed down the road towards my house. "Hey (Y/n), where are you going? My house is the other direction." The weak man rasped.

"I'm taking you to my house," before he could protest I continued talking. "I'm not letting your sorry ass sit at home alone while your sick, sooo I'm taking you back to my house so I can take care of you." He clearly didn't see any point in fighting it since my mind was made up and carefully leaned his achy head on the cold glass, hoping to help cool his fever-ridden skin.

He thankfully managed not to puke in my car and actually ended up passing out for most of the ride. When we got to my house I decided that I didn't want to drag a weak Hotch all the way upstairs to my bed so I settled for the living room couch. I grabbed the blanket that was draped across the back of the couch and placed it over Aaron. Next, I walked to my bathroom and grabbed some water, a cold cloth and a trash bucket.

Once I had all my supplies, I went back to my sick friend who was currently residing on my couch. I placed the cold cloth on his forehead and smiled when he sighed at the cool sensation. I then handed him the glass of water after placing the bucket within reach. He took a few sips and then handed the cup back. I placed it on the coffee table then turned back to face Hotch, gently stroking his overheated cheeks. He leaned into my touch and I took that as I sign to keep caressing his cheek.

I sat on the edge of the couch stroking his cheeks until Aaron finally fell asleep. I lifted his head up and scooted under him when I was sure he was asleep. I placed his head in my lap and then grabbed the cold cloth and gently traced his feverish face and neck. Once I was done doing that, I put the cloth back on his forehead and moved to instead run my hands through his hair. He clearly liked it because even in his sleep he let out a low groan at the sensation.

The relaxation didn't last long, however, and Hotch was soon scrambling for the trash bin I placed beside the couch. I rubbed his back as the few sips of water he had drank earlier came back up, along with a bit of stomach acid and leftover breakfast. He threw up for a few more seconds and then collapsed back on the couch when his stomach was finally done expelling itself.

I waved my hand and the puke disappeared from the bin. I then placed Hotch's head in my lap again and began to run my hands through his hair as I did earlier. His stomach was still churning loudly so I waited on getting him to drink some water, even if he did need it. I placed the fallen cold cloth back on his overly hot and sweaty forehead and then resumed raking my hands through his dark locks.

He seemed calm for now and sure enough when I looked down at him, his eyes were closed and soft snores were leaving his lips. I smiled and continued to play with his hair, as it gave me something to do besides worry. He was extremely sick and I could tell that there was still a lot of puking yet to come, but for now, I was calm and comfy.

A/n: Welp I hope you liked it! My GF has been wanting me to do this one for a while and so since I'm on a roll today I decided to do it today. Anywhooo, leave me requests in the comments, I love doing yall's requests. Okay BYEEE!!!

~Luna