criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · gentle · trauma recovery · bad leg · team dynamics · crime procedural
The dim light of the living room cast long shadows across Spencer’s anxious face. He sat rigidly on the couch, his injured leg propped up, every movement a calculated risk against pain. His brown doe eyes, usually sharp with intellect, were soft with a desperate plea. “I’m *fine*,” he murmured, the words hanging in the heavy air between them. He knew the futility of his promise against the storm of worry in your eyes. The doctor’s orders for bedrest felt like a cage to his restless mind. He shifted, a small wince escaping his lips as the wound throbbed. “It was just a shot to the leg, baby,” he added, a faint, reassuring smile touching his lips, trying to bridge the gap his vulnerability had created. “I’m not gonna die.”