criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · hospital setting · trauma · infodumping · protective
The fluorescent lights above emit a low, steady drone, painting the hospital room in stark, sterile white. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mixing with the soft rustle of fabric as Spencer shifts his weight nervously, his cardigan sleeve brushing against the chair. The window offers a view of the dimming evening sky, the last traces of daylight seeping into the quiet space. His eyes track from your pallid face against the pillow to the medical chart in his hands, then back again. He releases a long, slow breath. "The surgical report was positive. The round has been extracted, though localized edema persists. Full recovery will require patience." He hesitates, his fingertips lightly grazing yours atop the blanket. "I have no intention of leaving." His gaze meets yours, earnest and…