He gets Tara out of the backseat and into the ER, where the nurses take over. He makes sure that nobody gets a good look at Sam's face, even though he doubts any of them have memorized the FBI's Most Wanted photographs. He has to call his team, and he has to call them now. The longer he waits between Tara's admission and calling his team, the weirder it will look.
But he has to figure out this Winchester situation first.
Once Tara is safely in the ER, Spencer turns his attention back to Sam, pulling them outside to stand outside the ER doors. Nobody's paying attention; the paramedics are too busy gossiping or seeing to patients, the patients themselves are too busy relishing their freedom from the inside of the hospital. It's a relief to know that he's not actively dying -- Reid's wound feels about the same, actually, not freely bleeding anymore but still raw -- but it still needs to be seen to.
"Are you... do you, uh..." Reid falters. He's so bad at this Not Playing By The Rules Of The Law thing. He used to be afraid of touching produce in the store for fear he'd get arrested for stealing. Navigating how to briefly participate in the life of Sam Winchester is even more complicated. "Will you get treated here? Because you probably should. But can you? Legally? Or would you prefer, um, seeing to your own injuries?"
His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, silently judging him for withholding information from his team.
"Because I might actually pass out if I have to stitch you up in some bad hotel room," Spencer jokes, with an awkward little rush of laughter. "I'll do it if I have to do. But it wouldn't be pretty."
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He gets Tara out of the backseat and into the ER, where the nurses take over. He makes sure that nobody gets a good look at Sam's face, even though he doubts any of them have memorized the FBI's Most Wanted photographs. He has to call his team, and he has to call them now. The longer he waits between Tara's admission and calling his team, the weirder it will look.
But he has to figure out this Winchester situation first.
Once Tara is safely in the ER, Spencer turns his attention back to Sam, pulling them outside to stand outside the ER doors. Nobody's paying attention; the paramedics are too busy gossiping or seeing to patients, the patients themselves are too busy relishing their freedom from the inside of the hospital. It's a relief to know that he's not actively dying -- Reid's wound feels about the same, actually, not freely bleeding anymore but still raw -- but it still needs to be seen to.
"Are you... do you, uh..." Reid falters. He's so bad at this Not Playing By The Rules Of The Law thing. He used to be afraid of touching produce in the store for fear he'd get arrested for stealing. Navigating how to briefly participate in the life of Sam Winchester is even more complicated. "Will you get treated here? Because you probably should. But can you? Legally? Or would you prefer, um, seeing to your own injuries?"
His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, silently judging him for withholding information from his team.
"Because I might actually pass out if I have to stitch you up in some bad hotel room," Spencer jokes, with an awkward little rush of laughter. "I'll do it if I have to do. But it wouldn't be pretty."