While on a case in Spencer's least favorite city, his hometown city, he had gotten into a terrible accident. An unknown driver rammed into the side of his vehicle while running a red light. Thankfully, witnesses had ran onto the scene and called the proper authorities. Ambulances arrived and ushered his unconscious body to a hospital.

The rest of the team were at a small restaurant where they'd agreed to meet for dinner. When a doctor called your phone, your heart had dropped. Quickly, you've turned to hysterics. Yelling, weeping and then cursing the driver. It took both Morgan and Emily's hands to guide your angered frame into the car.

The drive to the hospital was tense. In no way could it have passed quick enough which allowed you to sit in panic. Aaron had turned eerily quiet, so had Jenifer and Morgan. Emily seemed to be the only one with the energy to calm you- or maybe this was her own way of coping. When they got to the hospital, you had gone eerily quiet as well, allowing Morgan's arm to lead you through the winding hallways.

The wait quickly turned to four hours. They had sent Spencer into the OR and got him stable. The worst injury he'd suffered was a metal sharpnel piercing his side and breaking a rib along with tearing his liver. The whole ordeal was terrible. The team was in quiet hysterics, waiting for when Spencer would wake.

It had taken five days. Five days of torture, weeping and cursing and burnt hospital coffee. You knew Spencer would have much to say about the coffee situation. When Spencer finally awoken, he was different. The first time your eyes met, you knew something was off. His gaze didn't soften and a smile tug at his lips like usual. He almost looked bewildered to be in the hospital staring back at you.

"Who... Where am I?" His voice sounds broken, the punishment of not using it for days. His eyes dart around the room, taking it all in. "Who are you? You're not dressed like a doctor." He states it bluntly, sizing you up.