Spencer Reid One Shots

Unsaid, part 3.

You lay in the hospital bed that you had been laying in for two weeks straight now, staring up at the ceiling in your best attempt to avoid looking at Spencer. He hadn't left your side, and would only go to shower and change his clothes when you were sleeping. You appreciated this, of course, however your relationship had been heavily thrown upon the rocks. Yours and Spencer's 'relationship' was barely a relationship.

Over the last two weeks, Spencer had been trying his best to pick up the pieces and put them back together, yet you weren't willing to try anymore. What happened the night before you were taken turned your world upside down, leaving you broken and alone. You could barely look at him, the pain and distress of your abduction only left you even more defeated. Everything had changed.

"Please," Spencer finally spoke, your name feebly rolling off of his tongue seconds after.

Before any type of dull, one-sided conversation could begin, your doctor walked into the hospital room you were residing in.

"Good morning," She smiled, withdrawing the charts and notes from her clipboard. She skimmed over them, tapping her pen against the paper before killing the silence.

"As you know, you can be released today, but you can't look after yourself for a little while. You'll have to stay with someone or have someone stay with you-" The doctor began to explain, however Spencer interrupted her in the most polite way possible.

"She's staying with me," He interjected, only making the doctor smile.

"The forms are by the reception desk on your way out," She said before swiftly leaving, closing the door behind her as you sat there without a say in where you would stay.

Weakly, you sat up on the bed with cracking bones, and began collecting your things from around the bed with the help of Spencer, tucking them into a duffel bag.

"Couldn't I stay at Emily's?" You questioned him meekly, seeing the pain flashing across his eyes at your suggestion. You only thought it would be easier for the both of you to cope that way.

"Emily has to work," He said.

"So do you," You answered, clambering out of the bed to grab an oversized sweater and some leggings to change into for the short car journey back to Spencer's apartment.

"This is different," Spencer replied followed by a sigh, however this time you didn't say anything as you closed the curtain and changed out of that damned hospital gown.

Once you were done, Spencer grabbed your bag and slung it across his shoulder, while his other arm lightly draped around your lower back to lead you down the corridor of the plain, white hospital which made you feel uneasy the last two weeks.

You shrugged away from his arm, folding your arms across your chest and moving a safe distance aside, only feeling a rush of despondency at his light touch.

You sometimes felt a wave of guilt when you acted so distant from Spencer, however you had thanked him and the team countless times for rescuing you. However, yours and Spencer's 'relationship' was a completely different matter.

Minutes later, you and Spencer exited the building, and you had never been so grateful to feel the harsh wind of the bitter weather, raindrops hitting and cascading down any accessible bare skin on your body. A sigh of relief and content parted through your lips, your eyes closing for just a few seconds as you allowed yourself to rid your worries for just a short period of time.

The moment was disturbed when you and Spencer had arrived at the car, making you flutter open your eyelids and blink a few times to bring yourself back to reality. Cruel reality.