Fools Gold (Moreid Mpreg)

Chapter 42

Spencers P.O.V
So we ended up staying in Hawaii.
I wasnt seasick had caught a stomach bug and was extremely ill.
We stayed in a hotel for awhile until Derek km was able to find a way home.
He had Hotch arrange us a private jet hometo see Savannah again.
I didn't want to be around her until I was better.
She was too small to catch any sicknesses and I was scared she would get hurt.
Our flight wasn't leaving until tomorrow morning Hotch had told Derek.  It was the only one available.
Derek was so loving. He had left to buy me some chicken soup from the local café a couple blocks away.
He snuggled me, held my hair back while I was sick, wiped my face with cool, wet cloths and did pretty much anything to keep me happy.

I lay in bed.
My stomach churning from the smoldering heat outside. 
But I was some how frozen and shivering.
Goosebumps covered my arms and legs and I had a duvet around me as I shook like a leaf.
I lied down and shut my eyes.
The door handle jiggled which startled me.
Derek walked in with a paper bag.
"Hey baby how are you feeling?"
"Shitty. " I murmur.
"I bought you some soup." He smiled.
I shrugged.  " Thanks."
Just the smell of it made me nauseated.
He pulled a small container out of the bag and opened the lid.
I could see the steam pour out of the tiny thing and dance, gracefully to the ceiling.

He pulled a small, black plastic spoon out of a plastic wrapper and stirred the piping hot mixture.
He than sat next to me and sat me on his lap.
I burried my face into his chest.
"Come On Spence you have to eat something. You haven't eaten in 3 day's. " he says.
I shook my head.
"Spencer.  Please for me? I wont bother you again. "
I shrugged.
"I guess. "
He held out a spoon.
I shakily took bite, shuddering as the hot liquid dribbled soothingly down my throat.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Derek asked.
"Yes it was."

"Come on baby.  I know you can get a little more down."
I sigh.  I knew I needed to get something in my system although I desperately didn't want to.
My stomach hated me right now for eating but I had to.
Derek fed me the rest of the soup and I snuggled into his chest.
He strokes my hair and kissed my cheek.
"Close your eyes baby,  we will be home soon." He coos.
I closed my eyes as he soothingly stroked my hair.
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I awoke again.
Feeling unbelievably sick.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
1:00am.
Derek looked over at me tiredly.
"Are you okay sweetie?" He questioned.
I hesitate for a moment before shaking my head and darting into the bathroom.
I tripped over something and landed hard on the floor.
I crawl to the toliet and vomit up the soup.
I shiver and shake vomiting hard.
Derek holds my hair back and whispered loving words into my ear.
As I finish Derek lifts me up and flushed the toliet.
He brings me to lay in the bed and felt my forehead.
"Spencer baby your burning up." He says.

"Wasnt I already burning up?" I ask annoyed.
He nods. "But your really hot. Hotter than before." He says.
I look at him confused.
"I need to get you home. Right now." He demanded as he stood up and searched his pockets for his phone.
"our flight doesn't leave for another 6 hours." I say groggily.
"I dont care. Theres something wrong and im getting you home ASAP."
He says dialing Hotchs number rapidly.
"Hello?" I could hear Hotchs booming tone ask.
"Hey Sorry to bother you.  Spencer is extremely sick and I need to get him home immediately. "
There was a long pause before Derek groaned. I could tell he was angry.
" I dont fucking care! Theres something wrong and I do not want to loose him again! We need to get home now!"
He freaked he than hung up his phone.

I look up at him and frown.
"Sometimes I hate Hotch." He growls.
"Derek. Im fine." I say.
Derek shook his head.  "No your not. Who knows what kind of fucking sickness you caught here. Look at you your sick as a dog."
He said.
I sigh knowing he wasn't going to leave this alone.
He than sat me on his lap.
He felt my forehead with the back of his hand.
"Oh Spencer baby your getting worse." He shook his head.
I felt like ass. My stomach churned, I was frozen, and weak I had a throbbing migrane followed by night sweats.
I still thought of it as a stomach bug but Derek thought otherwise.

"Hey baby are you alright? " Derek asked.
I hadn't realised that I was beginning to close my eyes.
I felt dizzy. Like the world was spinning.
"D..Derek. " I stammer.
He keep shaking me, telling me to stay awake.
But the world became black and I vomited hard over Derek.
He was screaming m y name but I couldn't open my eyes.
I was already gone.
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Dereks P.O.V
I started to panic.
Spencer looked pale, and almost...purple?
No it couldn't be.
It was just my imagination.
Covered in puke, I got up and started shaking him.
He wouldnt wake up.
"Spencer baby please answer me." I plead.
His eyes remain shut.
"Come on baby please. Please wake up. "I beg.
The tears begin to pour down my cheeks.
I feel for a pulse.
My stomach dropped when I found out it was weak no where near strong.
"Oh jesus please Spencer. Please."
I cried aloud.
He than began gagging and choking.
I immediately threw him over my shoulder patting his back.
I felt something warm, trickling down my back.
I than noticed blood coming from Spencers mouth.
And that's when I realized.
He was dying.
In my arms. Right here.
Right now.
"JESUS SPENCER PLEASE DONT DIE." I sob.
Please.  Please dont die.