꧁𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊. ꧂
"I preferred to be in a war zone then b...
Well fuck, hangovers really are the worse, my headaches pulsed through my skull, I felt ridiculously nauseous, and I felt like I was lying on a floaty in the middle of the fucking ocean. In fact I had to quickly check that I wasn't just in case I decided to do something stupid last night.
It was fine, I was still lying on Spencers chest... Fuck I was lying on Spencers chest, yep maybe I didn't take a fucking inflatable donut swimming last night, but I did fuck my co-worker. What the fuck was I thinking? Am I completely fucking insane? Don't answer that.
13 fucking months I've spent trying to keep the team out, making sure I don't do anything fucking stupid that might get others hurt, yet here I am in bed with Dr Spencer fucking Reid! Could I be more fucking stupid?!
yes.
shut the fuck up!
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them again hoping Spencer wasn't lying there, he was. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, the sudden feeling of someone squeezing my lungs hit me unexpectedly. The world around me felt like it was spinning, my head felt like it was floating. My fast heartbeat and heavy breathing were the only sounds I could hear, in my head they sounded exaggerated, as if I had a microphone recording the sounds. My limbs were shaking uncontrollably, my eyes watered freely, my brain wasn't working properly, any panic attack calming techniques that I had learnt disappeared from my brain, the constant buzzing in my head was louder than ever. It was driving me fucking insane!
How could I have been so fucking stupid? What was wrong with me? I had one fucking job! Someone could have broke in and seen Spencer, he could be in danger, he could have gotten hurt, his life was in danger, it still could be and all because of a stupid decision I made.
I guess my panicking was much louder than I thought it was, Spencer woke up and immediately turned his attention to me. He went to touch me but I flinched, jumped off the bed and back away into the corner of the room. I felt as if I needed to pass out, I felt weak, and sick.
"Y/n... It's me, it's Spencer" Reid said softly as he cautiously approached me, I guess he thought I was having a flashback or something, but no I was panicking because of him, and so his reassurance was making me worse rather than better.
