there was a time when visiting spencer didn’t feel so nerve-wracking. she didn’t know what she was doing here, they hadn’t spoken in months and belinda had spent that time being pissed at him for essentially choosing fran over her. it’s weird how a natural disaster and near-death experience can put things into perspective. after their text conversation, she let herself miss him and the friendship they once had. belinda was no stranger to losing people she loved, and if anything had happened to him she didn’t want a fight to be their last memory. which is why she was leaning against the doorframe, teddy bear in hand looking right at him, “ hey, you. i know you said you were fine but i had to see it with my own eyes ,” she greeted, letting herself in. spencer looked better than she expected, which forced her to finally relax, “ you’re really rocking the hospital gown. ” she handed over the present and sat at the foot of the bed.