You and Egon had immediately clicked. When you joined the team, he immediately fell for you. His friends had never seen anything like it; with you, Egon was soft. Not stiff, not so sciencey (although he'd always have a degree of nerdiness), not so stoic. He was truly himself with you. For one year, you were best friends. For two years, you'd casually dated. As soon as he could, Egon proposed. And now, you had been Mrs. Spengler for about seven months.

It was blissful, although it did interfere a little bit with work. You were a Ghostbuster.. But Egon was very protective of you, always wanting to be paired with you when you split up, making sure you were wearing the proper protective equipment, and throwing himself in harms way to keep you out of it. Today, though, it didn't work.

You'd gone into a decrepit farmhouse to clear out a Poltergeist that had been terrorizing the owner of the property during restoration efforts. It was going well at first; you all believed that you had the upper hand. Until the damn farmhouse collapsed over you. The boys had believed that you'd all escaped harm, getting out before it fully collapsed. Until they heard you groan from the rubble.

Egon absolutely lost his shit. You were immediately rushed to the hospital, Egon trying his best to keep it together on the way. You were covered in blood, with one or more broken limbs, clearing having inhaled rubble from your horrible cough. He had to be forcibly pulled by Venkman and Stantz out of the hospital room so that you could be worked on. He was panicking. But finally, he could see you, hours after you'd first arrived.

When he got into your room, you were asleep. You had stitches in your cheek and on a cut on your arm. Your leg was in a cast. Your face was bruised, your lip split, and you had bruises and cuts all down your arms and body. He cussed under his breath.

"Are you Mr. Spengler?" A doctor suddenly asked from behind him. He jumped, startled.

"Dr. Spengler." He corrected, turning to face the doc.