Note: Maeve Lives; Takes places post 9x23
How did this happen? How? She had just talked to him this morning. He was hyped up on coffee and reciting what he had learned about the unsub out loud to her. Talk through the case often helped him figure out something new.
He'd told her it was a bad one. They weren't sure how bad yet, but there was something dark happening in this town. And now…
Now Maeve was sitting in a hospital waiting room with Blake and Garcia, waiting to hear if her boyfriend had survived surgery or not.
"Family of Spencer Reid?"
"Yes," Maeve stood immediately, "How is he?"
"He's very lucky," the doctor smiled at them "Another millimetre to the right and we'd be having a very different conversation."
"But he's okay?" Garcia asked, "He's going to be okay?"
"He's going to be fine," the doctor nodded, and Maeve released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
"It'll take some time and he needs plenty of rest, but we expect a full recovery," the doctor told them.
"Thank you," Maeve said, "Thank you so much."
"Of course," the doctor smiled again, "They're just getting him settled in recovery, a nurse will come get you when you can see him."
With that, the doctor left the three women who once again sat and waited for news on their favourite genius.
When the nurse came to get them, they were informed only two visitors were allowed in the room.
"I should really head back," Alex said, "Call if there's any updates."
"Of course," Maeve hugged her tightly, "Thank you."
"I'll come see him in a bit," Garcia told her, "I have some researching for the team to do first which I can do here. You go see him."
"Thank you, Penelope," Maeve smiled. She followed the nurse down the hall to Spencer's room.
He was surrounded by machines and wires, bandages wrapped around his neck. God he was so pale.
"Hey sweetheart," Maeve said softly, "I'm here, okay? I'm here with you. I love you and I'm right here."
There was no response, but Maeve hadn't been expecting one. She hated seeing him like this, but knew it was part of the job. Sometimes he got hurt. And no matter what happened, she would be here, holding his hand and waiting for him to open his eyes.
