The white light was almost blinding. It was as if he was staring directly into the sun. He brings his hand up to the sky, covering the bright light. It was almost relaxing, a feeling he couldn't describe. Spencer becomes aware of his surroundings, not remembering anything. A faint voice could be heard, but he wasn't able to tell which direction it was coming from.
"Starting CPR!"
He made out those two words. "What happened? Did I get hurt- am I dying?" He thinks to himself. The white light was becoming brighter, and more intense. Suddenly, everything starts coming back to him. The gunshots, Morgan holding him, the sirens of the ambulance. No, this couldn't be happening! It wasn't supposed to be like this, not so soon anyway. It's almost like something is pulling him further into the light, but his will to go back to the real world was stronger. Before he knows it, everything is dark again.
Except for this time, he can hear what's happening. The sound of the flatline, and then the sound of familiar beeps. "Page Doctor Vincent! We've got him back!" A female voice said.
Back in the waiting room, filled with depressing vibes a voice is heard over the intercom. "Dr. Vincent to OR 2"
"Excuse me." He said as he walks away. He hates delivering the news of a death. It's never easy, no matter how many times he does it. Walking back into the OR, he notices Spencer's heart monitor. "How is that possible? He was in cardiac arrest!" Doctor Vincent yells as he's prepping to begin surgery. "The defibrillator must have worked, I've never seen this happen before!" Shouted a nurse. "Prepping for chest tube placement!" A nurse suggests to let the family know. "I should go tell them, they need to know." But was cut off. "No- even if we successfully remove the air inside his lungs, there is some extensive damage to worry about. We can't get their hopes up only to be let down again."
No one knows what to do now. Who's going to contact Spencer's mom? How are they going to let his family and friends know?
An hour after receiving the news, the team went back to the crime scene. The forensic photographers already had finished, leaving the forensic cleaning crew to begin their job.
Hotch was the first to break the awkward silence.
"What happened to everybody else in the house?"
"Children were being held, starved & tortured. A total of 13 kids. They've been taken to be identified and evaluated. Most of them can't remember their own names." Said Rossi.
"They must have been held here for a long time to forget their names." Hotch spoke with slight annoyance in his voice. He was upset. He should have been there to save Spencer. What kind of supervisor is he? Not a very good one, evidently.
Most of everyone was beginning to wallow in their self-pity. Then, the phone rang. Hotch recognized it as the hospital's number. Why could they be calling him now? Shouldn't Spencer be in the morgue by now?
"Hotchner speaking." Everyone looked at him. JJ still had tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but cry. The team could notice Hotch's expression change. He brings the phone down from his ear, looking at everyone.
"What is it?" Asked Prentiss.
Hotch couldn't believe what he was hearing. Is this a cruel joke? There's no possible way...
"Spencer's alive." Hotch said with disbelief, voice shaking.
Sorry for the short chapter, I'm not too confident in my writing. Should I continue? Thanks in advance:))
