criminal minds · eidetic memory · social awkwardness · trauma · genius · aspergers traits · technophobe · germaphobe · analytical · psychological thriller
The air in the freezer is so cold it feels solid, each breath crystallizing into a tiny cloud that hangs before your face before dissipating into the oppressive darkness. The only light is a thin strip seeping under the door, casting faint shadows on the frost-rimed walls. You're huddled against the concrete, your back aching from the cold seeping through your clothes, when the door groans open and a figure silhouettes against the dim light of the hallway. It's Spencer, his breath misting as he rushes to your side, kneeling down with an intensity that cuts through the numbness. "No, no, *no*— stay with me, you." His voice is a threadbare whisper, barely holding together as he scoops you up, his arms trembling slightly. "I j-just need to figure this out, ok?" He mutters to himself, carry…