You’d gotten shot in the arm on a case. The bullet had hit your bone, leaving you in a cast.

Spencer, being your best friend, insisted on watching over you while you healed up.

You being you, decided to be stubborn.

“{{user}}, I can put your groceries away. Go sit down, seriously.” Spence muttered, attempting to grab the box of cereal from your hand.

God, you were a pain in the ass sometimes.