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[brainpanned]

Who: River Tam and Open!
What: she needs to get out more and meet new people...to get her flu shots apparently
When: Tuesday 27th early afternoon
Where: the clinic/hospital
Rating/Status: low/open

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Somewhere along the line, Aaron knew all that playing in the snow would come back to bite him. Jack had woken up with a fever and like any hyper vigilant concerned parent, he had rushed Jack off to the clinic where they waited, the boy sniffing and mumbling unhappily.

Hotch ran a comforting hand over Jack's head as he filled out the few simple forms--they weren't citizens so there was still private insurance to deal with--his brows knit in complete undisguised concern. When he was much younger Jack had been sick quite a lot, and for the most part Haley had looked after him on her own.

Jack was occupied, at least, watching a young woman who was a few seats down. The boy watched her curiously and then moved his legs to imitate her.

"You gotta fever...too?" Jack asked the woman after a worried pause, his voice barely loud enough for Hotch to hear.

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River blinked into awareness, turning her head toward the source of the small voice. Her head canted a little sideways, brows furrowing as she took in the imitation. A fair one. She rested her head on her knees and quirked the corner of her mouth upwards for a brief smile.

"No. Body temperature is average. Taking preventative measures."

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Jack raised his head a little, giving the woman a look which he usually only reserved for Reid. That look that said there were far too many words in that sentence and too few of them made sense.

"Daddy..." Jack craned his neck around to face his father. "What does preven...'venative mean?"

Hotch looked up, finally hearing Jack in the oppressive quiet of the clinic office. As if to protect him, as soon as the paperwork was finished he took the boy gently into his lap--he was starting to burn up.

"It means to make sure you don't get sick later." He explained, holding a hand to Jack's forehead. "I'm sorry, he wasn't bothering you, was he?" Hotch had been so preoccupied with the paperwork he hadn't quite heard watch River said--hadn't picked up on the downright bizarre speak patterns the young woman had.

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River lifted her head a little, offering Hotch a smile tired and sickish, though not from any curable disease. It was more of a pulmonary reaction to hospitals, and this is the first time she'd ventured into one alone. The fluorescent lights had a paling effect.

"No...little ones. Temperature rises. One degree of separation makes all the difference." Her voice, soft and nonchalant, still carried the haunting quality of someone who barely ghosted through life.