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Hospitals pt 2 Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

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I was sat up in bed, signing along to All Time Low's "I Feel Like Dancin'" happily. I learned sign language as a child, and I just kept it up. It was very therapeutic on the days my shoulder didn't want to re-learn movement and I ended up breaking down. 2 weeks after the car accident, and it looked like I was in here for the long run. The music died down and Set It Off's "Why Worry" filled the air, so I signed that, even though I wasn't as good.
As the song slows, I hear clapping from my door. I jump slightly and see Reid holding himself up on his cane again. He picks up the 2 coffee's in the cardboard drink tray and holds on of them out to me.
"I thought I'd come see you again. I still have to take you to breakfast."
"Oh hospital breakfast! What a joy!" I said sarcastically. He laughed.
"That's why I brought you breakfast." I cocked my head slightly. He pulled a paper bag out of his bag and I took the coffee.
"Oh my god I've missed this so much!" I pulled a donut out of the bag and devoured it; and Reid laughed. I moved over and he sat down next to me.
"So what was that hand-thing you were doing?" He asked me.
"Oh! It's sign language. I learned in in 2nd grade because there was a deaf boy and I wanted to befriend him so I learned the basics and he taught me from there!"
"That's so cool."
"I got really good at signing to music." He nods.
"I can see that."
"So, Reid, you never told me what you do for a living." I prompted. He shifts his weight slightly.
"I work for the FBI."
"Oh, so if I murder someone, you can help me make it go away?" I joke. He laughs slightly.
"Not quite; What about you? Do you work?"
"I work at a coffee shop during the day right now. I'm 1 year away from graduating with a major in forensic psychology though." I hummed with pride.
"Oh! Interesting. You'll have to send an application to my boss once you graduate."
"Maybe I will, mr smart guy." I tease. We sit there for the next hour, talking about anything we could think of. Life, work, friends, family, and I realized how much I liked him. I bubbled with happiness, and I decided maybe I need a friend more than I thought.
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Hey can you do 1 when the reader is new to the fbi but is a genies expernced with every wepon on earth the reader also create there own wepon but the reader also was a soilder in the front lines and made it out a live but was shot no one new this exept the reader but kept it to themself whenan attack happened it turned out the attacker was the readers freind but stopping the readers freind the reader took off his top reviling that his left arm is metal and he had scars on his right arm . The reader thought of his freind but he hit a nerve of when he lost his arm and was brainwashed into being a killing machine when he unfased the others toom care of the freind they went to talk to the reader only to find him in his office yelling stuff like get out of my mind im not that person any more and punching everything in sight and he cuts himself off the others go through  his history and its upto the gang to help him out of his sensitive stage of thinking he could kill everyone and that hes a monster befor he he does something he will regret

please do this for me