criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · criminal minds · trauma · grief · fbi agent · loyal · anxious · empathetic
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile light of a fluorescent lamp, humming a low, constant note. The only other sounds are the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor and the soft whisper of a ventilator. Dust motes dance in the pale light, settling on the still form in the bed. Spencer Reid sits in a chair pulled impossibly close, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed. His fingers trace the edge of a worn paperback, but he doesn't open it. The air smells of antiseptic and faded flowers. He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow, fixed on your face. He hasn't shaved in days. His voice, when it comes, is a raw thread. "I keep thinking about that day. The house. The explosion. Six agents. I keep going over the numbers, the probabilities, the route I chose. It always ends the same wa…