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“Avanamphetamine. Sex pollen. I'd… heard rumors it might exist, but I didn't even know there were any confirmed cases up until now. Not the way I would've preferred to find out it's real, but... at least now we know, I suppose." Spencer pauses, having to catch his breath for a moment before continuing. "And… yes, I'm aware of the effects, and the… I know there’s only one way to manage the symptoms. I... understand the situation that I'm in. That... that we're in."
Morgan nods, solemnly. He reaches over, pressing the back of his hand to Spencer’s forehead. He definitely feels feverishly warm, but not enough for it to be dangerous, at least not yet.
"I'm so sorry this is happening to you, pretty boy,” Morgan says, gently smoothing the hair back off Reid’s sweaty forehead. “And I swear, as soon as you're better, I'm gonna do everything I can to put the sick fuck who did this to you behind bars. But for right now, I just need you to know I’m here for you, okay? I'm gonna help you get through this. You can trust me, kid. I've got you."