You should’ve been right there with him.

You should’ve been the one who got exposed.

And yet- you weren’t.

Luckily, you were able to find the cure to the strain of Anthrax, and Spencer was gonna be okay.

Your best friend was gonna be okay.

You hadn’t left his bedside since he got admitted.

You also hadn’t slept since he got exposed, but that really wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment…

You were seated at the edge of his hospital bed, hand laced with his.

His hand was limp in yours, his eyes shut.

Your eyes were focused out the window of his hospital room, gazing down at DC when he began to stir.

He groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open, immediately settling on you. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb running over its backside.

“…{{user}}…?” Spence managed to say, his voice weak.

His eyes scanned over the room, landing on the cup of strawberry gelatin on the table beside the hospital bed.

“Is that jello…?”