Hey guys! This is just a short one, I’ve had a rough couple of days but I still wanted to write something for you all! Also thank you so much for 200 followers! Your support means so much to me.
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“I’m so glad you’re back”
Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Warnings - Mentions of injury, Fluff 💕
You eyes struggle to stay open as they flutter at your attempts to view your surroundings. The anaesthetic was slowly wearing off and it made your drowsy. You immediately notice the pain that’s running up and down your body, it more prominent on your shoulder. You groan softly and try to move your arms to where the pain was centred, ignoring all the other superficial cuts and bruises on your hands and face.
You use all your strength to lift the hospital gown and reveal a large gauze tightly strapped down over your right shoulder
Memories begin to filter in as you remember what happened.
After Spencer had gotten shot in the neck out in the field, protecting you, you refused to let it happen again. Yes, it was a damn near impossible vow. One which you took seriously. Hence why you were currently lay in a local recovery hospital room.
To you with Spencer being okay, a shot in your shoulder was nothing. Or so you liked to think.
The pain was saying otherwise.
Speaking of Spencer he was currently, curled up on of those ridiculously uncomfortable plastic chair, asleep.
When he heard you groan, he shot up which made you jump slightly.
“Hey baby girl” he whispers, adopting Morgan’s nickname for Garcia, to fit you.
You gave him a lazy smile, your head slowly lolling to the side as you didn’t have the energy to push it back up onto the stack of pillows, supporting you.
Spencer gently lifts your head and puts it back into place, so you didn’t have to, stroking your hair and placing a shallow kiss on your forehead to show comfort and affection.
“It should of been me” he mumbles, sitting back down. He was so quiet that you almost missed it.
“No Spence, I’m glad it it was me. You’ve been through enough” you voice cracks, tears glistening in your eyes
“No, no, no! Me. It should of been me”
He was defiant, his voice raising.
You wanted to roll his eyes. You’d been here, before when you had smaller injuries they happened on the job.
“Don’t you shout at me” you close your eyes again, feeling exhausted.
Your boyfriend mutters his apologies and calms his breathing. You give him a moment before asking if he could climb into the bed with you for cuddles.
At first he protested, not wanting to hurt you but gave in at the end, wanting to be close to you.
The team come to visit you moments later and watch as you two sleep soundly.
“They are disgustingly adorable” Rossi rolls his eyes as rest laugh at his comment, deciding to come back later then you were awake.
Your recovery was long. A lot longer then you wanted or expected but you threw yourself into physiotherapy with hopes that it would speed up the process.
Spencer was back to back with cases, meaning you barely got to see him during recovery.
He hated it as much as you did. It felt lonely not having him around but he did his best to support you, calling during his breaks and at night before you slept.
A month later you were cleared to work out of the office but not to travel. You didn’t mind, you loved spending time with Garcia.
The minute you set foot on the sixth floor it was as if the team could sense your presence. You entered the office and was immediately surrounded and pulled into greetings and hugs.
Spencer stood frozen at the foot of his desk. He felt like he hadn’t seen you in forever. He waited until everyone else had said their hello’s and welcome backs, before they moved back, putting you directly in his line of sight.
“Hello Spence” you whisper, a small smile forming on your lips.
He doesn’t respond, only moving his legs as fast as they could carry him to reach you at the other side of the room.
He doesn’t stop as he engulfs in his arms, lifting you off the ground with a slight spin.
A giggle leaves your lips just as a wince did.
Spencer drops you in concern, having you land on your feet.
You give him a tight smile, massaging your shoulder.
“Yeah, still hurts at times”
You go back into the hug to ensure him that you were fine and basking in the feeing. You didn’t want to leave his touch.
“I’m so glad you’re back” Spencer whispers.
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