Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．TWENTY MINS LATER .・゜゜・

Words could not describe the relief that released all tension and hatred within her shoulders when the Doctor made it known that he was going to be perfectly fine. It was like the beat drop of the most perfect song and she couldn't help but thank the Doctor profusely as she had been the one to find the cure within an inhaler. Now she just had the agonising wait until he woke up. She had convinced herself, within the hour and a half that he was unconscious, that somehow the anthrax would have made it into his brain and he would no longer be the same person. Her person. That he would somehow be completely altered and would be the exact opposite, or that he wouldn't even wake up. She tried to distract herself with a book and a snack, deciding that now would be the perfect time to try one of the foods that he so enjoyed yet she had never even thought of eating.

The first semi blurred image Spencer Reid saw when he woke up was Clara, his love, reading a book whilst taking a scoop from a pot of red jello. "Are you eating Jello?" he asked, immediately clearing his voice of the thickness within it.

She turned and smiled brightly, all her previous worries dissolving the second she recognised the soul between his eyes. "Wanted to see what the hype is about," she shrugged whilst marking the page in her book with the nearest piece of paper.

He raised a brow, "And?"

"Not my favourite," she grimaced and placed the cup down onto the table with her book, the spoon still standing up within it.

He smiled sleepily, "More for me then."

Clara laughed softly as she placed six more tubs full of jello onto the table, each varying in colour. "I stole them from the trolley a couple hours ago."

"That's my girl," he almost muttered as he shuffled in bed, wincing softly as he tried to sit up normally. "What happened?"

"I'll let the Doctor explain," she responded as she stood, having not really heard any words other than that he'll be fine. She placed a kiss of a few too many seconds onto his warm cheek, love swelling so intently within her. "I'll go get her and Mr Muscles. He wants to talk to you."

Clara went to get coffee as the Doctor explained everything about what had happened, finally feeling all of her adrenaline of the situation flood away and pure exhaustion took over her every muscle. But she would not let herself sleep until they both slept in their bed, safe and locked away from the world. Plus she knew that Morgan wanted a moment with him alone, just to talk over what had happened. By the time she returned with a half empty take away cup of gross coffee, he was alone and wide awake. "My Ma's glad you're okay and she's on her way to see you," she laughed softly as she sat down in her usual chair, placing the coffee onto the table with all the other things.

He raised a brow, "She is?"

Clara nodded and continued to explain, "She said and I quote, 'Bambina, we show up when our family members are sick. He's part of the family now, therefore I must visit and bring the best healing food from Nonno's freezer. No arguments."

All hints of a smile dropped from his face as his brow gently furrowed. "Part of the family?" he whispered in disbelief.

She smiled and fought the urge to crush him in a hug. "You've been to three family dinners, did you really think any different?" Spencer found himself on the brink of tears. His younger self had never believed that he would be loved by another let alone be accepted by their entire family. He had tried so hard to make a good impression on her family on all the occasions that he had met any of them and he was glad it had worked so well. He truly did love spending time with her family and seeing her in her most comfortable state, he especially loved the food and watching her dance in the kitchen with her Nonno as he cooked. So to be accepted into a family as perfect as hers, it meant more than the world. He scooted over and moved all the wires attached to him with it, creating a space for her to lay in. "I don't think that's allowed Spence."

"I almost died," he countered, for once not caring for the rules whatsoever. Worse came to worse, they would just be told off. She however didn't look convinced, despite the fact that she really wanted to be close to him again. "Ara..."

"You sure I won't hurt you?" she asked at a mere whisper, severely worried that her presence would cause some sort of irreparable damage and his injuries would be all her fault. She would never be able to live with that.

"You could never," he responded gently, soothing away the genuine concern that poured from her eyes. Clara hesitated and glanced out of the hospital room door, checking that no one was watching, before she closed the curtain and climbed into the bed next to him. It creaked with both their weights but luckily did not make too much of a noise. She, while careful not to lay on his air supply or any other wires, moved herself to a comfortable position. Their heads were tucked together on his pillow, hands intertwined, with their legs in the only position in which they could both be comfortable and stay on the bed. She moved and her free hand accidentally flicked up in his chest and the wince that was pulled from within him sent shocks of panic through her soul. He laughed softly, tilting his head to get a better view of her, "I'm kidding!"

She scoffed in fake annoyance as she looked up at him, "I could leave you know."

"Yeah but you won't."

Her brow crept up in suspicion, "You seem awfully confident about that."

He shrugged as much as the small cramped space would allow and the two of them laughed softly, both entering that state of relaxation that they could only find within each other. "I heard you prayed for me," he whispered.

Her eyes widened as her cheeks pinkened, having not planned to tell him that specific piece of information. "Who told you that?"

"Derek. When you were getting coffee."

She broke eye contact and looked down, muttering, "Bastardo."

"You never told me you were religious."

"I'm not really... My Nonna just kinda instilled the rosary praying in me when anyone we loved was in the hospital or hurt.I don't think it works really... I just find it comforting I think, I don't know..."

"You don't need to explain yourself to Ara," he whispered, pressing the softest yet most loving kiss to her head. "I appreciate it, whether it worked or not."

She tilted her head back up and smiled softly, "Ti amo."

He smiled brightly, dimples extremely evident due to their close proximity, glad to finally hear those words in real life and not through a phone. He had thought he'd never have that experience. "I love you too."