Scripted | S.R x Reader

19 | Aftermath

"Sir, please hold still."

Spencer shifted, peering over the nurse's shoulder and into the hallway—specifically the shut door to the ICU.

The nurse exhaled. "Sir. You can't move while I'm trying to give you this medication."

"Is she still in there?"

"That's classified." She took his arm. "Hold still, please."

Spencer pressed his free hand to his forehead. "Just tell me if she's alive."

"If I tell you that, will you please hold still?"

The genius nodded quickly. "Please."

"Hold on," she murmured, leaving the room.

Spencer exhaled, leaning his back to the wall. He couldn't think of anything except for your scream when Joshua struck you with the gun.

The door opened.

Spencer stood up. "Is she okay?"

"She's alive but unconscious. Sit."

The man nodded. "Okay, okay." He sat down.

"Now, if you'll just hold still—"

"But is she like unconscious as in she'll wake up or are we talking about a coma or—"

The nurse put down the needle. "Sir, please. I need you to stop moving."

A knock on the side of the door. "All good?" Derek poked his head inside.

"Just a few issues with giving him the medication," the nurse said, smiling.

Spencer looked at the ground.

"Gimme a minute with him, Miss." Derek grinned, walking over to Spencer as she left. "Scared of a little poke?"

Spencer's eyes remained glued to the floor.

"Alright, not in a joking mood." Derek placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's a fighter, kid, but I think you know that."

A slight smile cracked on Spencer's face.

"Hey! There it is." He ruffled Spencer's hair. "She's gonna wake up. I just have a feeling."

"You're just saying that to comfort me," Spencer mumbled.

Derek raised his arms defensively. "I care about you, man, but I wouldn't lie to you."

The boy nodded. "Fine."

"Now, take this shot like a man and join us in the waiting room. You've got a lady to see pretty soon." Derek pat his back. "I'll see you soon."

Spencer sighed. "Nurse? I'm ready."

"Agent Hotchner?"

The group stood up. "Yes?"

"Miss L/N is awake."

Spencer's vision immediately blurred, tears stinging his eyes. "What?"

"We can only let in 2 people and—"

"Reid," Hotch said. "Come on."

He nodded, following his colleague and the doctor as they approached room 226. The three entered slowly.

"Hi," you said quietly.

Spencer inhaled sharply. "Hi."

"Hi," you repeated. "Sorry."

The doctor glanced between the two and then at Hotch. "Uh—"

"Let's just give them a minute."

You heard the door shut and looked back to the brunette. "Your face."

"Huh?" His hand moved to the bandages and scab wounds on his face. "Oh, right. It's nothing."

"Ah." You swallowed. "Josh?"

Spencer pursed his lips. "He's at the BAU being questioned."

"Is he okay?" You whispered.

"Yeah."

Silence fell.

"Y/N, I—"

"My eyes are shut so please stop making out!"

"Derek," Spencer said through gritted teeth.

Derek stopped. "Huh?"

A small smile spread across your face. "Hi, Derek."

"Radiant as ever, Y/N."

You shook your head. "Glad everyone is okay."

"Reid, the doctor has to clear her."

"Oh erm yeah." Spencer stood up. "Hope it goes well."

"Thanks," you said softly. "Bye."

"Bye."

The two agents stepped into the hallway.

"So? How did the love confession go?"

Spencer shook his head, walking off.

"Thanks for driving me home." You started to get out of the wheelchair.

"No way." Spencer opened the car door and leaned down, extending his arms. "May I?"

You nodded. The agent scooped you up, helping you into the seat. "I can walk, Spencer."

"The doctor said to give it 24 hours of rest."

You rolled your eyes. "Too cautious."

"Not possible." He started the SUV. "I'm glad you're cleared."

"Me too."

Spencer nodded. "I wanted to talk about—"

"Hey uh do you mind if we just don't talk? It's not you. I'm just really tired."

"O—Of course. Sorry."

You smiled slightly, resting your head against the window as raindrops began to slide down the other side.

After a while, the SUV pulled into the parking garage for your building. Spencer wheeled you inside, taking your things to your apartment.

"Why don't I help you unpack?"

"I'm fine."

He opened his mouth but closed it and nodded.

"Thanks."

"Of course." Spencer shifted uncomfortably.

You got out of the chair. "I'm not exerting myself by standing."

He nodded. The two of you stood in silence. "My feelings for you...they never changed."

"Spencer—"

"I'm sorry for putting you in a situation that made you feel weird." His hand took yours.

You pulled it away, shaking your head. "I can't. I—no. Leave."

Spencer blinked a few times. "What?"

"Go."

"I—I'm sorry. I thought—"

"Leave!" You snapped.

Spencer nodded, quickly heading out the door.

You sank to the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks.