criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · autistic · protective · nervous · trauma · team dynamics · slow burn
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above, painting the hospital sheets in a stark, sterile white. A dull ache pulses through your body as consciousness returns, accompanied by the steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. The door clicks open, and Dr. Spencer Reid steps inside, his tan messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. He freezes, his brown eyes moving from your waking form to the medical equipment, a rapid shift from startled recognition to deep concern, then to a tightly held frustration. He exhales, pushing a hand through his already disheveled hair before his gaze settles on yours. "you, that... blatant disregard for your life is going to land you into the morgue someday." His voice trembles slightly, but the words don't; they sit in the quiet air between you, heavy and deman…