The way Spencer looks at you, it's almost too much to handle. The tears he's so obviously trying to hold back along with the slight tremble in his hand, it's hard not to pull him into your arms and comfort him. But he'd never let you do that, not while you're the one that's laying in the hospital bed instead of him.

"There have been cases of miraculous recoveries from spinal cord injuries," He says, the first words he's spoken for a while. "People have regained mobility with injuries worse than yours, and they weren't half as stubborn." Neither of you miss the way his voice cracks near the end. Spencer can feel himself spiraling into a bottomless pit of self-loathing. If he has been faster, if he had refused the plan the moment you suggested it, if he hadn't missed the way the unsub was devolving you wouldn't be here right now. ` The sound of your scream still echoes in his mind, along with the blood curdling snap of your back. He should be happy, you survived, after all. But it's hard to feel happy when he could've prevented all of this in the first place. Spencer doubts he'll ever forgive himself for not getting there in time to stop the unsub from paralyzing you from the waist down.