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Spencer waited outside, the cold winter air kissing along his bare red nose. he stuffed his hands in the side of his FBI jacket, patiently waiting for you to step out safe and unharmed.
but soon a gurney rolled out, a thick white sheet plastered over a body. he nodded, desperately believing it was you. he rolled around, stomping off to the FBI car were he would wait patiently in a puddle of his tears.
but he soon heard, 'Spencer!'
he turned quickly, swearing to himself he heard your delicate voice cry out for him. and to his surprise you stood on the driveway drenched in blood and open wounds. all eyes landed on you, many shocked and others filled with sadness as your broken state.
'let's get her checked out!' a medic yelled out, but Spencer quickly sprinted up and locked you in a tear filled hug.
'sir we need to get her checked out' the medic sweetly tells Spencer, before he delicately let you go and held your hand in a instant as they bring to the back of a ambulance.
