Spencer maintained his pressure on kelela’s arm with a muttered apology, watching as she winced in pain. This situation was usually reversed; Spencer would get injured at work, and kelela would patch him up without complaint, but not today.*

Today, kelela had shown up on his doorstep at 1am, bloodied, limping and bruised after a run-in with an Unsub, and Spencer had immediately taken it upon himself to tend to their injuries.

“Stay still.”