Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Don't Speak (Part 2)

Title: Don't Speak (Part 2)

Word Count: 1600

Summary: After the reader is shot, Spencer is overcome with guilt. The reader needs a break. Song: Hard To Say I'm Sorry by Chicago.

Rating: T (Angst, people)

Requested by: @UnburnableTrash and @TeresaManfra and @bunkeyice

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     "Hi." Spencer says to the receptionist behind the desk, "I'm Spencer- Spencer Reid. I'm- uh- here to see a Y/N Y/L/N?"

"You've been here quite a bit these last few weeks. Are you family? A boyfriend?" The brunette woman asks.

"Just a friend." He replies, noting the woman's tone. A bit hostile.

He doesn't even have the patience to wonder why.

"Room 104," she says, "And don't agitate her! She was shot in the chest, for Christ's sake, she doesn't need her heart rate up."

Spencer barely hears a word after the room number. Muttering a quick 'thank you,' he walks down the hallway as fast as he can without running. His eyes fly over each sign quickly before dismissing it and moving on to the next one. The antiseptic smells of the hospital make him want to gag, yet he ignores the feeling and walks on.

99... 100... 101... 102... 103...

104.

He pauses outside the door. Did she even want to see him? The last time he'd seen her- yesterday- she'd seemed a little closed off, distanced even. He sighs, knowing that even if she didn't want to see him, he'd still visit her.

     He knocks. Her voice is still weak when she calls, 'come in!'

     "Hi, Y/N." He says, giving her a little wave as he sits down in the chair beside her bed.

     "Hi, Spencer." She says. As always, he likes the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. Even after being shot, operated on, and kept in a hospital, she'd beautiful. Bright, clever eyes, silky hair, even the sickly paleness of her face suited her. She offers him a weak smile. It opens up her whole face and makes her even prettier.

     "How are you?" He asks, watching her closely.

     "I'm okay..." She says, but something about her tone puts Spencer on edge.

     "Good, that's good. I'm glad you're okay. The team has been really worried about you, Garcia especially, and..." He rambles.

     "Spence." She says. That shut him up.

     "What is it? Are you in pain?" He asks.

     "No, I'm okay. Just... I think you should go."

     Silence.

     But not inside his head.

     Questions swirled in a soup of self-hate. Of course she didn't want to see him. After all, he'd been a jerk for weeks before she'd gotten shot. He hadn't even apologized. It wasn't her fault, anyway. She was under orders.