THE LIVING MYTH OF ZELDA SMITH | SPENCER REID
"YOU'RE A PUZZLE I CAN'T SOLVE."
"AND YOU NEVER WILL."
where spencer reid
runs into zelda smith
one too many times
and can't help himself
from trying to
figure her out.
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[CRIMINAL MINDS]
BARMECIDE (adj.) illusory or imaginary and therefore disappointing
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HAVING FELT SICK over the past few weeks was starting to get annoying to Doctor Spencer Reid.
In the past, he was able to read countless of books ( not really countless, sometimes ranging between 25 to 30 books in his free time, but who's counting? ). But now the book-worm-freak was struggling to break even, and could only get through 10 books.
And that was starting to become a problem.
Spencer, being the doctor that he was, thought he could figure out what was wrong with him on his own. He certainly didn't need to see a doctor. For all he knew, it could only be a cold or maybe the flu.
But now he was throwing up, having intense headaches, bodily pain and aches, and even felt sensitive to light. And for some odd reason, he felt like he was hallucinating. Sure, he could wear sunglasses and look cool, he could even take pain medication and deal with the nausea. But hallucinating?
He couldn't rule out his mother's schizophrenia as a factor to his health, he would much rather ignore the entire situation. What stopped him was fear: fear of the unknown and all that came with it. Could he actually be -
No, he didn't even want to think it.
Spencer bounced his leg in a jittery manner, occasionally leaning forward to stretch out his aching muscles and cover his eyes from the bright lights. Sunglasses could only do so much and hospitals were known for their harsh white lighting. It almost felt like someone was shoving pins and needles into his pupils and pulling them out of his ears.
He glanced around the waiting room. It wasn't packed but it certainly exceeded the point of being comfortable anymore. And the nurses didn't look like they were in any rush; in fact, he could almost analyze their behavior as being relaxed.
"Garfield for Doctor Cantor." One nurse called out and a older man with white hair got up and followed her to a room.
Spencer groaned in frustration. That was the third person that had arrived after him to be called upon. And he was still waiting when he could be doing more important things, like reading or going to the BAU to finish his casework.
'Right, like you're in a acceptable state to actually do work.' He thought to himself, running his fingers through his messy curls.
At this rate, he would be lucky enough to barely scrape by without the team noticing something was off about him. Morgan was on his tail and soon so will JJ and Hotch. He couldn't even fathom how Garcia would react if she found out from someone else beside himself.
