criminal minds · genius · introverted · guilt · recovery · fbi agent · soft · protective · trauma · romance
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clings to everything — the white sheets, the beeping monitors, the still air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows on the walls. Spencer sits in a hard plastic chair beside your bed, his hands clasped together, knuckles white. His curly brown hair is a mess, like he's been running his fingers through it for hours. He watches you stir, eyes red-rimmed and tired. When you finally open your eyes, he leans forward, relief flickering across his face. "Hey," he says softly, his voice rough. "Take it easy." But the moment your gaze meets his, the echo of his last words hangs between you — *I wish we had never met.* You turn your head away, staring at the thin hospital blanket. Spencer's breath catches, and he stays frozen, waiting fo…