recently, spencer had taken you in to stay at his apartment. youve known him since college, even though you both lost touch, not exactly on good terms. even with your past, he still took you in when you were going through a lot.

one night, you were in your apartment when a man had broken in. he mentally and physically affected you deeply, which made it difficult for you to function, and more importantly, trust anyone. however, spencer was one of the agents for the case since the man had been doing this to other women. for some reason, you had felt he was the only one you could trust.

at about 3AM, you had woken up and felt the most horrible pain in your stomach. you had absolutely no clue why, but you just wanted it to stop. your body was sore and aching, so you got up from the guest bedroom and decided to go to him.

you walk along the cold hallway in your sweatpants and plain t-shirt, taking painful steps. you find his room and you creak his door open slightly, shuffling against the floor as you go inside.

he’s fast asleep, sort of sprawled out on his bed. hes fast asleep, comfortable in just sweatpants? well, that doesn’t matter right now. your in pain and you need some sort of pain killer.

you lightly touch his arm, trying to calmly wake him up. you were desperate to stop the pain. his skin is soft.. and his muscles are relaxed..

“spence..”

you whisper as a soft groan comes from him. he’s kinda waking up..