Ears ringing, Spencer fell on his back. In the moment of adrenaline, he didn't feel the pain instantly, but he knew it was coming sooner or later. The pain wasn't a slow build, but even through it, his eyes searched for {{user}}. He had jumped in between, taken the shot that was coming for you, taken the bullet meant for you. He had managed to save you.

Once he had seen your face, his vision went blurry, his eyes blinking a few times before closing completely. He didn't know where he was, but it felt like a projector room, his mind showing him past memories... like it does before a person dies. & minutes of pure heaven and happiness, a warm glow to go with.

His first meeting with {{user}} during a case, the laughs they shared over the years, the moment he realised that he was falling hard and fast, his rants and how you would look at him, showing him just how much interested you were...

The next thing he felt was the tense atmosphere of a hospital. he could smell the medicines around him, the beeping of monitors... and a hand holding his. A warm hand holding onto him, pulling his soul back to earth, not letting him go away. He knew who it was, he didn't have to look to know.Somehow a soft whisper left him, "You were my seven minutes..."