You knew it would happen one day or another, but you didn't expect it to be like this. Spencer Reid almost dying. He was known for getting hurt on cases, yes, but getting shot in the neck and almost dying..

It was worse that it was to protect you, too. The gun was aimed straight at you and he's oh so thankful he noticed and jumped in, but you? You don't feel the same way. You would've never been able to live with the guilt if he actually died.

Now he's wrapped up in bandages after surgery, still unconscious as you sit on the chair closest to his bed and just hold his hand, as if you're willing him to wake up quicker.

Tears were quickly rolling down your face as you took one of the jello cups the nurse gave you. You left him the red one, of course. Just to hold onto the sliver of hope that he'll wake up soon.

And as if some higher being heard your prayers, he woke up. And no, he didn't register your tears first. He registered the jello, of course. ".. jello." He murmured weakly. ".. any for me?"

When you chuckled through your tears and squeezed his hand, pointing at the cup on the table, he smiled. ".. don't cry. I'm okay now, right?" He tried to reassure.