Letters to Spencer Reid

2: i'm glad you're okay

A/N: hi again. So as much as I feel it's necessary to make Spencer more realistic, there are some aspects I enjoy adding in. Like, I'd love to pretend that he'd eventually call his s/o "Angel" or some cute nickname after he's comfortable with them... just wanted to mention that. But then there are a few scenes that are too out of character, so those will be modified. Not entirely removed per say, but definitely modified to say the least. Love you guys!

...also enjoy the Spencer POV 👀 if you want more of it, that can be arranged. Though it's a struggle to make it cohesive with the rest of the story when I have the urge of writing it in first person... oh well.

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The hospital room is quiet and a little bit peaceful, to be honest. Spencer is still fast asleep in the hospital bed, with nurses coming in and out to check on his vitals. Penelope has been working the entire time, helping the team find the perpetrators of last night's incident.

You spent around fifteen minutes writing down everything that needed to be released. It's a very therapeutic technique, especially in times like this. You felt a lot better removing all the pent-up anger, sadness, and stress. Since then, a few hours have passed. The sun found its place below the horizon, providing space for the moon and stars to take over. Blake left around an hour ago to meet the remainder of the team back at the station.

Currently, Penelope places small figurines in a line on the tray in front of Spencer. Each item creates a small clink as they make contact with the tray. You can't help but laugh at the utter joy the act is bringing her. The smile on her face is irreplaceable.

"It'll be nice when he wakes up if these are the first things he sees," Penelope quietly laughs. She adjusts the figures to guarantee they're in a neat straight line, all facing Spencer with their manufactured smiles.

"I'm sure he'll love it. You're far too kind for this world," you say with a smile.

She shakes her head. "The world needs more kindness. I'm happy to provide it whenever necessary," a smile overtakes her prior expression as she looks at Spencer. "He's so . . . peaceful when he sleeps," her grin grows larger. You don't say anything back except nod in agreement.

You reach out to hold Spencer's right hand slowly rubbing your thumb over the top of his, feeling his warmth fill your palm.

Waiting grew more exhausting with each minute passing. At least Penelope was able to entertain you with a dance she choreographed; her smile brightening up the room when the sun was no longer present to do so. Eventually, she drifted off into a light sleep for a few minutes. You kept your eyes on Spencer, analyzing his body movements for any indication that he may wake up.

You notice his fingertips slightly twitching against the back of your hand. You straighten up in your chair. "Penny, wake up," you say quietly. When your heart begins to pick up a few beats, Spencer's eyes gently open, revealing the beautiful golden-brown irises. You softly smile to yourself feeling relief flood your veins.

Once his eyes are open, he notices Penelope first after inspecting the hospital room. A smile forms on his lips when he locates the figures lined along with the tray. He turns to you next, his eyebrows furrowing together. It's as if he's trying to comprehend you waiting for him to wake up before his grin grows even larger like he's never been happier to see somebody. The act makes your stomach flutter.

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SPENCER'S POV

She's the most beautiful person I've ever witnessed, Spencer thinks to himself. How did I get so lucky to find a best friend like her? Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I didn't meet Maeve. Maybe Y/n could have been—