Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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She gets up while explaining everything, "I'm going to get you a bucket for when you throw up and some water. There's not much else I can do."

You knew your withdrawal symptoms were going to kick in soon and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

You debate with yourself and ask yourself the same question.

Should you get clean?

You knew it was the best thing to do in the long run but you've been through withdrawal multiple times before. It's going to be a rough couple of days.

She sets a bucket in front of the couch with a rag and set a tall glass of water on the coffee table.

"Do you want me to get you benadryl or tylenol or ibuprofen?"

"Tylenol or benadryl will be fine."

She nods and disappears down the hallway, she comes back with her hands cupped. She puts the pills on the coffee table next to the water.

"Thank you so much for helping me."

"I'm happy to help," she smiles, "I'm gonna get to bed but you know where I am if you need help."

You smile, "goodnight."

She walks down the hallway, you hear a door close. You turn off the lamp and lay down. You cover up with the blanket and try to get the most sleep you can until the withdrawal kicks in.

You wake up several hours later with a bunch of cold chills and sweat all over your body. You curl up while trying to stop shivering.

You know this is only going to be a fraction of what is to come for the rest of the night.

You take a quick glance around, its dark. You only slept a couple of hours.

You suddenly feel your phone vibrate, you check it. It's Spencer telling you to open the door because he's outside. You slowly get up and unlock the door. You open it and Spencer steps in.

"Oh, baby," he sees the state that you're in, "let's go back to the apartment. I'll take care of you."

"I'm trying Spencer."

"I know. Come on, lets go."

Spencer helps you outside and in the passenger seat of the car. It felt impossible to move at this point. But he was patiently helping you.

He puts your seatbelt on and gets into the driver's seat. He drives you two to the apartment complex.

You secretly hoped that he didn't suggest taking you to detox.

You knew it would probably be the smart thing to do however you didn't want to deal with it right now.

After driving to the apartment complex, he unbuckles your seatbelt, and picks you up. He carries you into the building and all the way up to the stairs.

You start to regret hitting him.

He was trying to be a better person.

He opens the door and takes you over to the couch where he lays you down. He goes to grab the trash can for you to throw up in.

He gets a gatorade and a bottle of water from the fridge to keep you hydrated.

He sets them on the coffee table and sits next to you while playing with your hair, "you don't need to go through this alone. I'll be here all night." He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, "I love you and I'm sorry."

You curl up and try your best to lift up your head. You manage to mutter out, "I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine."

He gets up and goes to the bedroom, where he returns with a blanket and a pillow. He raises up your head and puts the pillow there. Then spreads the blanket over you.

"Do you need anything?"

You shake your head and curl back up in the blanket. You feel miserable but you knew you had to do this.

Spencer layer with you on the couch for hours until he fell asleep. He was talking you through everything and just being overall supportive.

You eventually fall asleep.

A couple of days later..

Throughout the days, you stayed on the couch while going through withdrawal. Spencer brought you everything you needed, helped you shower, made sure you ate and eventually the major symptoms went away.

You felt okay again. You had a sense of a relief after it was all over.

You and Spencer talked a lot. You two talked about the things that were bothering both of you.

You can't believe it but you actually felt good. You were able to let down a couple of your walls and let everything out to Spencer.

You and him agreed that you should go back to therapy to help with everything overall.

Everything seemed perfect.

You just had to make things right at work and apologize.

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