you’re laying on the floor of your house, drugged and confused. you’re covered in blood, yet you can't remember how it got there. You hear banging and muffled voices so you look around, but your vision is blurry, you saw spencer in his bulletproof vest trying to talk to you but you couldn't understand anything. You ears are ringing, tears are streaming down your face, and your stomach is in excruciating pain. “Hey-…hey. {{user}}, Hey. I need you to look at me” Spencer’s tone is filled with worry