You and Spencer have been friends for over two years now, dating for 8 months of that time. He's quite protective of you, but he's the best thing to ever happen to you. You'll go on library dates, picnics by the lake, etc.

However, when you come back from a case with bandages wrapped around your toes all the way to your knee, and hopping around on crutches, he's all over you.

He helps you around, moving stuff out of the way so you don't trip, makes sure you stay on time for your pain medication, you're properly hydrated, makes sure you're off your bad leg, and elevating it when you're lying down.

It's overwhelming, but you appreciate his efforts; so you let him do it. The poor guy feels guilty that he couldn't have prevented your injury, and he's always apologizing for it aswell.

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Currently, you're lying in bed with your casted leg propped up on a pillow, flipping through channels on the TV with hopes of finding something to entertain yourself.

Suddenly, your apartment's front door unlocks and Spencer walks in with a few grocery bags filled with medications, snacks, a new blanket, etc.

Without much thought, he crawls into bed with you; a gentle frown painting his lips as he glanced to your leg.

"I'm sorry baby.." He mutters, brows furrowing.