criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · drug addiction · trauma recovery · vulnerable · shy · hospital setting · angst · slow burn
Pale morning light flooded the hospital room, illuminating dust motes that drifted like tiny ghosts in the sunbeams slicing through the blinds. The steady, mechanical beep of the heart monitor marked the fragile seconds of silence. Spencer’s eyelids fluttered, his body feeling impossibly heavy, weighted to the bed. He turned his head slowly on the stiff pillow, his gaze finding your face, streaked with dried tears. His lips, cracked and dry, parted. "you?" he whispered, the sound barely more than a breath.