The Dancer: A Spencer Reid Love Story

Chapter 13

Spencer cracked a smile and I laughed.

"How are you doing, princess?" Morgan asked, kissing me gently in the cheek.

"I'm fine. I'm just really tired."

"Have the doctors said anything?"

"No. Um not yet," I said.

"We're waiting for a diagnosis," Spencer added.

"I hope it's not more oxygen therapy," I shuddered. Spencer took my hand drawing circles around my knuckles with his thumb.

"So," Morgan began, "I think that the rest of the team is hoping to stop by later today. Would you both be okay with that?"

Spencer looked to me and I nodded. "Has anyone talked to Eliza?" I asked.

"JJ took Eliza back to her place," Spencer responded.

"Is she alright?" I asked.
"Yeah," Morgan responded. She just needed some rest.

"I'm so embarrassed that this happened in front of her," I exclaimed. "Do you think George knows?"

"I don't think so. Eliza seems to be handling him."

"I don't want him to know about what is going on, but I can't have Bruce hanging around The Sax. Someone could get hurt, and-" I was interrupted by the machines connected to me.

"What the hell?" I whispered, but then I felt it.

"Spencer," I gasped, my voice shaking. Everything was happening in slow motion. "I don't feel good." Spencer frantically pushed the nurse button.

"What's going on?" Morgan asked.

"Her blood pressure, is dangerously high," Spencer deduced before rushing to the door. "We need help, in here."

It was terrifying but an hour later, I was stable. Morgan dragged a horrified Spencer out and I hadn't seen either of them. I leaned my head back on my pillow and sighed. I know he said that I wasn't a burden, but it was times like this where I really felt like one. I didn't deserve Spencer. I don't know if I even deserved to be rescued by the Behavioral Analysis Unit eight months ago.

I laid there in silence for a half hour and then a nurse came in to check my vitals. My doctor came in after him.

"Where did your visitors go?" the nurse asked me.
"I don't know," I admitted.

The doctor quickly looks at my chart and then glanced up at me. "The hemoptysis has subsided, which is a very good sign, Bianca."

"The what?"

"Coughing up blood."

"Oh. Yeah. I'm glad that hasn't happened yet, today."

"In terms of your blood pressure, we don't know what caused the spike, but we do believe that it's connected to the hemoptysis."

"Can I go home?" I asked impatiently.

"You can, if you agree to monitor your condition closely and agree to check in with me weekly. I will be working with your pulmonologist, since you signed the release for us to communicate."

"Of course," I commented.

"Alright. I'll have Justin get your release papers," she nodded to the nurse.

I got changed, and then pulled out my phone to message Eliza. Most of my things were still at my house:

Hey. I want you to know that I am alright. Where are you?

Eliza responded that she was at The Sax. I hopped in a cab heading there, messaging Spencer of my plans. I didn't get a response by the time I reached the club, so I shoved my phone into my pocket. I saw JJ sitting in the front row, watching members of the ensemble. I sat down next to her, silently.

"Bianca," JJ exclaimed, "what are you doing here?"

"I needed to check up on Eliza, and the ensemble. What are you doing here?"

"Eliza wanted to come back here to get stuff done," JJ said, motioning to the stage. I thought I would stay here with her. Make sure she's okay."

"Did Bruce leaving anything else here?"

"Does Spencer know you're here, Bianca?
Were you supposed to leave the hospital?"

"I let him know, and yes, I was cleared to go. I didn't make a break for it."

"Alright we need to get this four count tighter," Eliza called to the ensemble . She turned to face JJ and me. She gave a small smile to me, and I waved. "Bianca, do you want to show us how it's done?"

"My pleasure," I yelled jumping up to join my team. JJ grabbed my hand, pulling me back down on my chair.

"Bianca, you were just-"

"I got cleared to leave, I told you."

"Spencer wouldn't-"

"He knows where I am. And you're with me. I want to get back up there. I have to."

Worry filled JJ's eyes, as she let go of my hand.

"You didn't answer my question, JJ," I pressed. "Was Bruce here?"

"Not that I could see. He didn't leave any evidence."

I let out a sigh of relief and jumped on stage to join my family. The people around me were safe and happy. That's all that mattered.