Sam/TheHotGay

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"Babe, don't you think that's a little much?" I giggled from my bed, watching Spencer as he struggled to make it through the door with three suitcases, a duffel bag, and his messenger bag.

"You never know how long we're gonna be here," he commented.

"Do not curse me like that!" I held up a playfully scolding finger. "We're here for antibiotics and antibiotics only. This time tomorrow, we'll be signing discharge papers."

His lips pressed into a tight smile as he kissed me quickly. "I hope so," he replied, placing the duffel bag and his messenger bag on the end of my bed.

My eyes watched as he turned back to the suitcases, scooting them into the corner neatly. This man and his organization.

After a moment, I finally spoke up again, guilt filling my voice. "Hey, I'm sorry I made you come back early."

He laughed, sitting down lightly near my feet. "Are you kidding me? I'd much rather be here with you than in Chicago mapping out a geographical profile."

My lips curved into a small pout. "I don't wanna let the team down by taking you away from them."

"Love," he said, placing a hand gently on my leg, "your health and your wellbeing matters way more to me than the team. They've worked without me before. I have no doubt they'll be able to do it again."

In true "turn that frown upside down" fashion, my pout quickly contorted into a small smile. My voice was light as I told him, "That is one of the many reasons I love you."

He gave me a grin to match the one I'd given him. "For better or for worse, right?"

Leave it to the universe to pick worse…

Twenty-four hours later, instead of signing discharge papers, I found myself signing consent papers for surgery.

"Dr. Summers will be in shortly with your anesthesia," the nurse smiled, taking the clipboard from my hands.

I gave her a smile as best I could, my leg beginning to nervously bounce as soon as she pulled the curtain closed. My mind was racing. Anxious thought after anxious thought filled every crevice of my brain.

Spencer must've caught onto my anxiety, seeing as he pulled his chair closer to my bedside. "You've got this," he said, like a declaration that everything would be OK.

Still, my mind couldn't possibly compute the idea of me being fine after finding out I'd need emergency surgery. My hands trembled as they made their way to his, continuing to shake as I held on tight to his hands.

"Atrium."

My brows creased as I finally made eye contact with him. "What?"

"When I get nervous, I list my favorite word for each letter of the alphabet. I call it 'The Alphabet Game.' Atrium is my favorite 'A' word," he explained. "I just think it's a fun word to say."

My eyebrows un-ruffled as I let out a huff. "We've been together for how long and you've never told me that?"

In what I assumed was an attempt to distract me, he turned our attention back to his game. "Come on, try it. It's fun," he said. "What's your favorite 'A' word?"

"Uh…" my voice trailed as I racked my brain. "Apple?"

He scoffed playfully. "That's a boring one. Surely, you have a better one."

I attempted to brainstorm more words, coming up mostly empty. "Um, authentic."

"That's a good one," he told me. "Alright, B… bibliophile."

For the first time in over twenty-four hours, I finally cracked a grin. "I should've known," I commented, reaching up to run a hand through his slightly messy hair. "Hmmm, I like badass."

"Does that count?" he inquired, "Isn't that technically two words?"

My mouth fell agape in playful disbelief. "Now, Spencer Reid, you didn't tell me there were rules to this game."

He chuckled once more, leaning over to peck my forehead. "You're right, I'm sorry.

"Besides, badass is one word. You just don't use your sentence enhancers enough to know."

He shook his head playfully. "Alright, for C, I'll say cacomistle."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's kind of like a raccoon. They live in Central America. Really anywhere between Mexico and Panama."

My eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Interesting," I commented, slightly amused at his nerdiness. "Cauliflower."

"Why cauliflower?" he inquired, a laugh threatening to spill off his tongue.

"I just think it's a fun word to say."

This game went on for quite some time, the two of us tossing random words at each other. Just an innocent game between two lovers… until it wasn't innocent anymore.

"Hmmm, I can't think of anything for K. You got anything?" he asked.

"Hmmm," I hummed, considering all the possibilities. "Koala? That one's kinda boring though."

Just then, he let out a small string of snickers. "Sorry," he managed, followed by another quiet laugh.

My eyebrows furrowed once again. "What?"

"I, uh… I thought of a slightly inappropriate word," he said through a fit of chuckles.

My arms crossed tightly in front of my chest as I rebutted, "Well, now you have to tell me."

He snickered once more, covering his mouth in what I assumed was embarrassment. "I am ashamed to say I thought of the word knockers."

My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets in disbelief as I laughed so hard. I was surprised when the nurses didn't show up to shush me. "Spencer Reid!" I scolded through my laughter.

He laughed right back as he added, "This game went in a much different direction than I'd expected."

"OK, moving on," I giggled. "What about L?"

His mouth scrunched as he began to hold in another laugh. "Lube."

I rolled my eyes, holding in a simper of my own. "We're getting a divorce," I joked. "I can't believe you right now."

"OK, do you have a better one?"

I thought for a moment before my brain drew a blank. "I suppose not. I think you fried my brain," I giggled. "OK, let's move on. The next letter is M, and I swear if you say mas-"

"I'm not gonna say it," he said, almost like a dare to himself. "I can do better than that."

The room stayed silent for a beat, save for the light sound of snickers as we both attempted to think of a new word.

I could've sworn I actually saw Spencer's eyes light up as he exclaimed, "I got it! Missionary."

"You know I can't have sex for at least two weeks after I have these setons placed, right?"

"Damn, that long?" he pouted. "I guess the other word works better after all, huh?"

"I'm going to kill you," I said, letting out a short string of tickled huffs.

As both a nurse and the anesthesiologist slipped past the curtain, Spencer and I found ourselves struggling to act casually.

"OK, Mrs. Reid, are you ready?" Dr. Summers greeted me with a small smile.

I could tell from Spencer's breaths that he was struggling not to burst out laughing right there.

Spencer had one of the most contagious laughs I'd ever come across. So, it was no surprise that I found myself struggling to hold back a string of giggles. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I managed to answer, "Mhm."

"Now, unfortunately this is when you have to part with your husband," she said with a half-frown.

Spencer leaned over, leaving a long kiss on my lips. I took in his familiar scent one last time, trying to remind myself that it would be the first thing I smelled when I woke up.

Once our lips had parted, he leaned in close to my ear, a smirk almost audible in his tone as he whispered, "Nuts."

As if the floodgates of laughter had finally been opened, the chain of snickers I'd been holding back finally fell from my lips. Through my giggles, I managed to apologize. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's perfectly OK," the nurse from before smiled. "It's nice to see someone with a happy spirit in conditions like these," she commented as she began to wheel me off.

Spencer walked behind us for a few feet, until he reached the point where he couldn't follow anymore.

"I love you," he made sure I heard. "You've got this."

I watched as the double doors closed behind us, shaking my head in both pure disbelief and pure love for my husband. "I love you too, you big nut."

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OK so I clearly have to address the elephant in the room

This idea came to me when I was lying in my own hospital bed waiting for my own setons to be placed. I just randomly started listing words and I was like, "This is so Spencer Reid of me." And then my brain just kinda spiraled and at some point, I started thinking of less NSFW words and then this idea came about. It's very special to me, it's definitely helped me cope with everything that happened.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed part two of Whumptober! i look forward to seeing you guys again on Saturday for part three! 🫶🏻

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