I love you Dr Reid {S.R X Reader}✔︎

4. Life goes on

"I don't need special treatment besides, what makes me happy is being with you" he replied, you smiled softly

"Still, are you ok?"

"I'm fine, believe it or not that's not the first time I've been abducted" he chuckled

"There's a story behind that comment"

"For another day. How are you feeling right now?" Spencer asked, you didn't reply straight away

"I kind of don't know how to feel you know? She was my best friend, I know what she did was wrong but that wasn't her... She was ill and I didn't help her instead I shot and killed her and I know if I didn't she might have killed you but... I don't know I just feel so... lost" you explained, tears began to fall down your face.

"It was an impossible situation Y/n. But it wasn't your fault. It was no ones fault I need you to know that I need you to believed me" you looked at spencer and nodded

"She wasn't always like that, and she did help me a lot once upon a time... When I was 15 my parents... were murdered, I was out on a date with Laura at the time, and when I came home, I found them dead... And I basically shut down for a long time after that. Her family took me in, and uh- she would sit by my bed everyday, neither of us would talk but she'd let me know that she was there for me" Your voice broke

"I think she saved my life in all honesty"

"Listen you don't had to stayed here, I'm sure after the day you had you want to be home"

"The only place I want to be is here with you. Now I want you to go have a shower, clean you face, I'll clear this up and make you coffee and something for breakfast ok?" you nodded and walked out the kitchen.

When you returned from your much needed shower, Spencer had put a cup of coffee on the table and a plate with toast on it. The thought of eating right now repulsed you, and you were sure if you ate anything right now you would throw it up afterwards and so you sat down, ignored the toast and drunk your coffee.

"You're not eating, have you got something against my toast?" Spencer asked

"No I'm not not hungry" you mumbled

"Y/n you have to try to eat something, please for me?"

You rolled your eyes and picked up the slice, nibbling it slowly. While you ate spencer told you a ridiculous amount of facts which took you mind off the traumatic events from the night before.

"Did you know that the guy who invented the frisbee when he died his ashes were made into a frisbee?! Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?! I wonder where that frisbee is now" he mused.

"someone's probably throwing it around the park right now" you replied, you both smile and laughed. It felt like it was the first time you had laughed in a long time.

"Talking of parks would you like to go out to a park today? Fresh air might do you good" Spencer suggested

The thought of leaving the house sounded terrifying and so you shook your head.

"Y/n believe me it'll make you feel better, I promise"

"You can't promise that"

"But I can try" Spencer stated flashing you his goofy smile. You scoffed and finally gave in and nodded.

After breakfast you put on some warm clothes and a long coat. As you got out onto the street, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over your body. Your breathing picked up, and you began to shake, Spencer looked over at you and saw the panic in your face