The sounds blurred in and out and all you knew was that you were trapped in some place dark in your own mind, no amount of blood made sense of it.

It was him, dropping a bulletproof vest on the floor, who was sent into your house, with raised hands, to talk you out of it before they cleared and sent for medical, for now, he was just trying to get into your good side.

“I know what happened to you, they can't hurt you, ever again. I promise. Now, drop the gun.” Spencer's voice was both as gentle as it could be, and as firm as ever, hands reaching out slowly only trying to help without getting anyone else further hurt.

Only once he had you by his side he would hush the directions into the intercom, for now, with you on an episode he knew there was no point trying to break you out of it, only to try and calmly be there to avoid any lashing out.