criminal minds · spencer reid · retrograde amnesia · genius · shy · anxious · vulnerable · romance · fbi agent · amnesia
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile pallor across the white sheets and the man lying beneath them. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, long since cleaned but lingering in memory. Outside the window, the Las Vegas strip glitters indifferently, a city of lights that holds no comfort for the man who grew up in its shadow. Spencer Reid's eyes flutter open, pupils dilating as they adjust to the harsh brightness. His body is a map of aches—a bandaged side, a rib that protests every shallow breath. He turns his head slowly, and his gaze lands on you, sitting in the chair beside his bed. There's no recognition. No softening of his features. Just a blank, analytical stare, as if he's cataloging a stranger. His voice, whe…