When Bruce woke up, he saw Garcia in the ward. "Penelope." He realized that his voice was a little hoarse.
Garcia, who was sitting on the chair beside the bed and looking at her phone, was slightly startled. She immediately put down her phone in surprise and looked up at Bruce. "Thank you.
God, you're finally awake, Bruce. You've been lying in bed for more than a day after the operation. If the doctor hadn't assured us that you were just sleeping, we would've been very worried. "
Thinking about how he had lost a lot of blood, used up a lot of his psychic abilities, and survived an operation without anesthesia, Bruce wasn't surprised that he had slept for so long. He asked, "How's Hotch?"
Garcia paused and nodded. She looked at Bruce with a probing gaze. "It seems that you really care about Hotch. I remember that when you saw the video at the police station, you were …"
Bruce immediately interrupted her in a low voice. "I didn't cry!" He realized that he was being too hasty. He took a deep breath and said, "Erm … I mean, I care about all of you. You're my partners, just like … family."
"Including me?" Seeing Bruce nod, Garcia gave him a hug. "I'm very happy to hear that. Hotch's right ear was affected by the explosion and his leg was cut by the shrapnel. It's not a big deal, at least compared to you. "
Hearing that Hotch was fine, Bruce sighed in relief. "What about the case? How's it going? "
"It's over. We found out that everything they did was to make us make the wrong close-up. Their actual goal was to get to the hospital. The Intelligence Bureau sealed off this place to save someone and ensure their safety. The terrorist's goal was that person, "Garcia finished quickly.
"So, they made the explosion just to get us to the hospital? And then? " Of course, Bruce didn't care about the safety of a person who was closely guarded, but if something really happened, Hotch would definitely be implicated.
"When we deduced everything and rushed over to stop them, we found that unlucky bastard collapsed in the ambulance. There were all kinds of bomb making parts in the ambulance." At this time, Morgan walked in, followed by his team members.
Bruce couldn't help but look at Hotch. He was dressed in a suit as usual, and nothing could be seen from his appearance. His gaze swept past Hotch's right ear and leg, and finally stopped at Hotch's face. He felt that Hotch's face was a little pale.
A sense of lingering fear swept over Bruce. At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind. Fortunately, Hotch was fine.
Hotch met his gaze and said, "Although we are not allowed to make a move without evidence, you did well this time."
Bruce blinked and controlled himself to not show any strange expression. He smiled and then looked around at everyone. Seeing the bags in their hands, he asked, "Are you going back?"
"Yes. You can recuperate here until you recover."
"No, no, no." Bruce lifted the blanket and got off the bed. As he moved, the pain in his back made him pause. Then, as if nothing had happened, he took out his clothes from the backpack beside him and entered the bathroom. "I don't want to stay here for a second longer. New York is a nightmare for me. Every time I come here, I get injured. Give me a few minutes, I'll be right back. "
"Wait, Bruce, your injury …" Garcia tried to stop him.
"The bullet has been taken out and the wound has been stitched up. As long as there's no impact, there won't be any problems." Bruce's voice came from the bathroom. Soon, he changed and walked out.
The few of them looked at each other. Prentiss said helplessly, "Alright, are you taking the same flight as us?"
"Sounds like there's another choice?" Bruce put on his jacket.
"Hotch's ear is injured, so he can't fly."
Bruce looked at Hotch. "Seems like you need a driver?"
"I don't need a driver who hasn't recovered yet," Hotch replied.
"At least my leg isn't injured." Bruce shrugged.
In the end, Morgan drove them back. It was about a three-hour drive from New York to Quantico.
It was very quiet in the car. Only the sound of music came from the stereo. Bruce sat in the back seat and glanced at Hotch, who was sitting diagonally in front of him. Hotch looked a little tired and was resting with his eyes closed.
"I noticed that you've been looking at me today." Hotch opened his eyes and turned to face Bruce.
Bruce panicked for a moment. He almost blurted out the thought that had been lingering in his mind since he discovered it not long ago. Fortunately, he stopped himself in time. "I just …" He shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. You know, you fainted in front of me."
Hotch seemed a little surprised. Then, he smiled. "I'm fine. You should pay more attention to your body."
He was doomed! The thought flashed through Bruce's mind. Before this, he had never seen Hotch's smile. For the first time, he understood the meaning of the word "palpitating heart".
Bruce looked away in a panic, but a thought rose in his mind. For this smile, he would do anything.
From the moment he saw the explosion, he knew that Hotch was very important to him. When he saw Hotch being blown away, he even felt disheartened. Then, a huge wave of panic and pain swept over him. However, there was no other time that made him realize that he loved Hotch more deeply than at this moment.
"How's Joyner?" Morgan asked.
"Although he lost a lot of blood, he's out of danger. Kate said that after this, she plans to go back to England."
When Bruce heard Hotch's tone of relief and regret, he suddenly felt as if cold water had been poured over his head.
He loved him, but so what? Hotch obviously had a good impression of Joyner. Even if the two of them wouldn't develop, Hotch was undoubtedly a straight man. He was married, had children, and probably had a preference for a certain type of woman.
He couldn't tell Hotch passionately about his love. The only consequence of doing so would be to destroy their friendship. Even though his heart was clamoring to tell Hotch, to let him know.
But of course, Bruce wouldn't give up. He just needed to be patient. At least, he needed to be more familiar with Hotch and become friends, not just colleagues. Unfortunately, whether it was in his previous life or this life, he didn't have any experience that he could use for reference.
Three hours later, they returned to Quantico. Morgan first sent the wounded back to their residence. "You live quite far away. Isn't it troublesome to work?"
"It is. I just graduated at that time. You know, I'm planning to move to a place that's convenient and close to work. Do you have any recommendations?"
"I know a real estate agent. He's not bad. If you need me, I'll send you his contact information later," Hotch said.
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