𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟐𝟏. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

hi hoes i was jk im releasing this ch today also happy bday to @ashisc0ol on TikTok !!

TW: deals with possible upsetting topics, chapter takes places in ambulance, hospital, etc

a shot rang through the air. with 2 loud thuds, bodies hit the floor,

"Y/N!" spencer screamed as you fell forward away from marcus' limp body. you scrambled to your knees as spencer dropped his gun and lifted your frail body into his arms. you sobbed into his shoulder and he comforted you, staring at the body behind you. marcus had sacrificed himself, taking matters into his own hands. he shot himself, pushing you away from him to not hurt you in an attempt to an escape the torture he couldn't break free from in his own mind. spencer snapped back into reality, hugging you tighter. everyone's adrenaline finally began to decrease as they started to clean up. you didn't let go of spencer for what seemed like days, even though pain was rippling through your body in excruciating waves. you finally pulled away, your breath hitching as your fingertips began to throb. your eyes flickered again and your world went black.

spencer had caught you when you passed out in his arms. he picked you up bridal style, rushing out of the unit in a frenzy. he could feel the exertion in your breath. your breath left your parted lips in strangled fragments because of your broken rib. spencer laid you down on a stretcher that the ambulance had prepared. he held a hand on your leg for as long as he could. the ringing in his ears nearly drowned out all the sirens and communications around him. without thinking, he climbed into the back of the ambulance with you and sat down. he watched the EMTs work, his leg bouncing up and down in uncertainty. he listened to them talk as they worked on you, making sure your vital organs were stable. he heard them talk about surgery, possible physical therapy and such. he planted his face into his hands and closed his eyes. he tried his best to calm down for you. he needed to be there for you. the thought of losing you made him weak.

about 30 minutes later, you had been admitted to a nearby hospital. hours went by as you were in surgery. spencer was there every step of the way he could be. he waited outside your room door all night in a chair, just waiting for the okay for him to go in. finally, as he was about to doze off with his head resting against his hand, a nurse tapped him on the shoulder and he practically shot out of his seat,

"you can go in, just please be cautious." she whispered with a nod. spencer blinked away the tiredness from his eyes and with one quick turn, he was already in your room. he closed his door behind himself gently as to not wake you. you slept soundly on the hospital cot. spencer quietly pulled a chair next to your bed and sat down, kindly reaching his hand out to yours. he was careful of the tubes running from you to machinery beeping idly behind you. he held your hand in his as he leaned forward to rest his head on the edge of your bed. you rolled your head to the side, groaning quietly. he let out a small smile and blinked slowly,

"goodnight, y/n." he whispered as he closed his eyes. he fell asleep almost immediately, not leaving your side.

you woke up early, at around 7am. you opened your eyes in a sluggish manner, whining quietly as you felt the ache of your body. you sighed and spencer lifted his head. you raised your eyebrows in surprise,

"spence..? what're you doing here?.." you asked, looking at your hand in his. he sat up, looking around,

"oh-i-um- stayed with you last night. if that was okay." the fatigue dripped off every word he spoke and you blinked slowly,

"of course it's okay." you whispered. he looked up at you. his eyes were swollen and basically slits from his squinting,

"are you alright?" you asked in concern. spencer rested his head tenderly on your thigh, careful not to hurt you. a smile pulled at his lips,

"you're always worrying about other people and not yourself." he sighed. you shrugged a shoulder,

"i guess. it's just what i was taught." you yawned softly, your body tensing up as you heard the door open. spencer sprung up and away from you, rubbing the back of his neck. he relaxed once he saw it was just a doctor. the man greeted you with a friendly smile, clipboard in hand,

"i'm glad to see you're awake, y/n. you went through a lot recently." he said as he closed the door behind him. you nodded and he cleared his throat,

"by the way, i'm dr. foster. nearly forgot to introduce myself." he chuckled. spencer pursed his lips in an attempt to smile. reid reached his hand out for dr. foster to shake,

"dr. spencer reid. uh, apart of the behavior analysis unit in quantico. fbi." he clarified as dr. foster shook his hand,

"nice to meet you, dr. reid." your doctor had a friendly smile, and overall seemed like a friendly person. you were grateful for that. spencer blinked slowly, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his pants with a wince,

"you too." he said, his gaze averting from the man back to you,

"well, y/n, i have some good and bad news for you." dr. foster started, glancing down at his clipboard. spencer's eyes would dart back and forth from you to the white haired man standing before him. you nodded as your heart began to pick up it's pace,

"i'm not sure if you knew this beforehand, but you were pregnant. about 7 1/2 weeks-" dr. foster started. spencer's eyes widened and he froze. the hair on the back of your neck pricked up as your eyes broadened. you could see an array of emotions flicker in spencer's eyes. sadness, anger, confusion, grief, and much more you'd never seen before. dr. foster had picked up on the new energy in the room and stopped, 

"shall i continue?" he asked, seemingly walking on eggshells. you opened your mouth to speak, but spencer interfered,

"yes, please, continue." his voice was cold. a slate. he was processing things. you swallowed hard as you felt pins and needles rise around your face,

"during your time in captivity, unfortunately," your doctor cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable, "and although it was still just a clump of cells.. uh, your captor did significant damage to your uterus. without knowing it, y/n, you did have a miscarriage." his voice trailed off and you immediately looked at spencer. he was staring at the floor and you could see the muscles on his face contort ever so slightly in an effort not to break down. he blinked and looked up at dr. foster,

"thank you, dr. is there anything else?" spencer said. his voice was the same the last time he spoke. cold, a blank slate. he shook his head and tapped his finger against his clipboard,

"nope. i will be coming back to help deliver your meds." dr. foster declared. he gave one more sweet smile before practically booking it out of there. you scooted yourself up in your bed as you opened your mouth to talk,

"spencer, look, i-" you started. spencer looked at you,

"why didn't you tell me?" he muttered, his voice saturated with disbelief and sadness. your vision blurred as tears hung onto your eyes, clawing at your tear ducts, 

"i-i don't know." you said. you really didn't have an excuse. you really don't know why you didn't tell him. he slid his hands into his pockets and hung his head. spencer sniffled and licked his lips,

"well, have a good morning y/n." he said, turning. utterly confused and hurt, you called out,

"spencer, where are you going-" you started, sitting up farther. you groaned in pain and sank back into the cot. right. you couldn't get up. he paused and looked over his shoulder,

"i need time." his voice was dull, but you could detect a slight bit of emotion as it cracked. he walked out of your room, closing the door behind himself stagnantly. your jaw hung open as you watched him through the windows lining a wall of your room, walk down the hall. he didn't glance back at you once.

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ok now im being serious no chapter tomorrow