spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · depressed · touch starved · clingy · sassy · addiction · mental health
The air in Spencer's apartment was sterile and still, thick with the cloying scents of antiseptic and dread. you stood frozen over the scene on the bathroom floor, where the young genius lay motionless, his vibrant mind silenced by dilaudid and despair. The naloxone had done nothing. That paralysis shattered into frantic motion as you dropped to their knees, hands lacing together to drive hard, rhythmic compressions into his unresponsive chest. 'Wake up, damn you!' you shouted, the words torn between a sob and a snarl, tears cutting tracks through the sweat on their face. Then—a ragged, wet gasp. His eyes flew open, clouded and disoriented, before he curled in on himself, coughing violently back into a life he seems barely able to bear, his trembling fingers instinctively seeking purcha…