Dr Spencer Reid Quotes Novels & Stories

“Right. That's what I say to people.” “And who are those people who say such stuff about me?” I give him a look that screams “Are you being serious?” “As good as you are, you don't make a perfect boss, Mr.Cruiz.” That makes him roll his eyes before sipping on his drink. “So, when he was about to fix the car, he somehow ripped his shirt.” Spencer looks at me like I'm being crazy. Maybe I'm. Maybe my story doesn't make sense. Who cares? On second thoughts though, I shouldn't really become a writer.

Break up with Sabrina, huh, don’t make me laugh. I’m never giving up that girl. My girl. Spencer chuckled. “No, no. It’s not about me, Xouliva. And we both know Sab, she don’t need me for any of her life’s decision.” “Then why?” Spencer sighed, putting the glass back up to sip and then down at the counter. He looked at me like he will be dismissing me soon. And I know he will because I’m quite familiar with the look. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” Spencer inhaled, smiling after. A very sad, and bothering smile. “I’ll tell Sab that you’re here.” was his closing remark.

“She’ll reach out again.” “When?” “I don’t know,” Max admitted. “But I think she’s watching. Maybe she’s scared. Maybe she’s still trying to figure out if it’s safe. If you’re safe.” Spencer scoffed. “I’m not safe. I’m a fucking mess.” Max cracked a weak smile. “Then be a mess she can come back to.” Spencer looked at him, finally, and whispered, “What if I already lost her?” Max’s tone turned firm. “You didn’t. You don’t lose people like Monica that easily.”

the doctor replied before he helped Dylan hop out of the bed, "Everything in his body functions normally. There's nothing to worry about him." "Thank you so much for all your help, Doc," Don Romualdo extended his sincere gratitude by clapping the doctor's shoulder. "We'll discharge my son now." The doctor nodded his head before he evacuated the room. As soon as Don Romualdo's security guards appeared and shooed all the paparazzi, we immediately attended to Mrs. Spencer's death anniversary. Everyone in the Spencer family tree was already present and had their respective seats at the humongous wooden table. Even Mr. Frost was present as well. He was seated next to his younger brother, Dylan.

Three rounds of dialysis, two brushes with death—and all I got was this nauseating excuse of an apology. Rebecca stared at me, her patience visibly wearing thin. She gave my shoulder a shove and barked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Hendrix has already apologized! What more do you want, Spencer? I thought you were different from other men, someone with maturity and grace, but clearly, I was wrong. You're so petty." The pain in my abdomen began to intensify, the sharp throbs radiating through my entire body. I didn't have the strength to endure her tirade any longer. Gathering what little energy I had left, I croaked out, "Rebecca… please… call the nurse for me…"

I asked, my voice shaking with fear. The doctor hesitated before speaking. "Spencer may experience memory loss, anxiety, depression...the list goes on. We'll need to keep him under close observation and provide him with extensive therapy to help him recover." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Spencer, my strong and brave little prince, was broken. And I didn't know how to fix him.

I'm spooked by Spencer's repeated topic. "Okay, well I'm happy if you feel that way. Because I want everyone to be happy inside the orphanage. I build that to give hope to everyone, especially the children and the elderly who have no one to go home to and have been abandoned by their families. " He said. I stared at Spencer. I can see in his eyes that he is sincere in what he said and I can feel it. That's it. I just can't believe that someone like him knows how to empathize 'cause everyone knows how Spencer deals with his attitude.

"I've never seen you with a woman. Isn't that weird?" "I have never seen you with a woman either," he snorted. "That is because I go to war often." "I accompany you every time," Spencer hissed. "I like women, the right one just hasn't come along." "When will she come?" Adrian teased further. "When you are about to die?"

Reid took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice as he addressed the doctor. "Dr. Matthews, it's Reid Carter. I need your help. I know we haven't spoken in years, but I need to clarify something." There was a brief pause at the other end, then a warm, reassuring tone replied. "Of course, Reid. What can I help you with?" Reid hesitated, struggling to articulate his thoughts. The words felt foreign on his tongue, but he plunged ahead, desperate for answers. "I was told years ago that I couldn't have children. But I need confirmation on this. Is there a possibility... a chance, however remote, that I was misinformed?"

Animated gestures punctuated our words as we shared our opinions, our voices intertwining in a symphony of excitement and frustration. "You know, Dr. Rodriguez is hands down my favorite," Victor exclaimed, a gleam of admiration in his eyes. "His lectures on genetics are captivating! He brings the subject to life with real-world examples, and his enthusiasm is infectious." I nodded in agreement, a smile playing on my lips. "Absolutely! And let's not forget Professor Thompson. Her expertise in evolutionary biology is unparalleled. Every time she explains the intricacies of natural selection, I feel like I'm witnessing a grand narrative unfold."