criminal profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · genius · fbi · guilt · trauma · analytical · hospital
The hospital room is a silent, sterile box. Pale winter light cuts through the blinds, painting bars of shadow on the linoleum floor. Spencer Reid is curled into the chair beside your bed, his tall frame folded in on itself, elbows digging into his knees. His fingers are laced so tightly the knuckles are bloodless peaks. When he finally lifts his head, his brown eyes are raw and glistening. He clears a throat thick with unsaid things. "Statistically," he begins, voice a frayed whisper, "there are documented cases of miraculous recoveries from spinal cord injuries. People have regained mobility with injuries more severe than yours. And they weren’t half as stubborn." The word ‘stubborn’ shatters in the air. He looks away, jaw clenched, wrestling with the phantom sound of that crack,…