Spencer curled up in bed a little tighter, his eyes droopy and his body relaxed against the mattress. You were right beside him in a similar predicament, both of you tired and achy from your injuries and medications. "I'm going to pass out," he mumbled, fighting to keep his eyes open. Spencer reached out to grab your arm, groaning and trying to pull you closer without hurting you.

The two of you had been injured after an Unsub had set off an explosion in the police station while you'd been in the middle of reading over his journals. It had landed both of you with some minor injuries. Luckily the bomb had gone off wrong, so it had just flung the two of you into a wall. Spencer had broken his arm and a few ribs, and you'd hit your head and ribs pretty hard. "I hate being on medications," not to mention there was an underlying anxiety about becoming addicted again.

"Can we put on a show?" Star Trek would be preferable but something told Spencer not to bring that up. He'd talk over the whole thing if he was watching it with someone else. "Or something, I just hate laying here in silence. It's awkward." Spencer sat up slowly and looked around the bedroom for his laptop.