Haley opened her eyes on the hospital bed.
She was confused at first.
Then, she thought of something.
There was a look of panic on his face.
She moved and tried to sit up, but failed.
"Haley." Hotch, who was sitting at the side, stood up and walked over to Haley to hold her hand.
"It's okay now.
It's all over. "
Haley seemed to have just realized that she was lying on the hospital bed.
She looked around the room.
When she saw two familiar faces, she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Aaron, Jessica (Haley's sister), where's Jack?"
“Mummy,
I'm here. "Jack raised his hand. Jack, who was less than five years old, stood on the ground. He was not much taller than the hospital bed.
Hotch picked him up.
"Oh, Jack …" Haley saw that Jack couldn't control his emotions and burst into tears.
"Why are you crying?
Mummy,
Are you sad? "
"No, I'm … very happy."
"It's great to see you, Jackie."
Jackie. "Haley reached out to wipe her eyes. She suddenly thought of something.
"Where's Bruce? Is he okay?
Oh,
God, he's right in front of me. He's … "She took a deep breath and stopped." Jackie, can you go out with Aunt Jessica for a while? "
After watching Jessica and Jack leave the room, Haley turned to Hotch. "Is Bruce okay? He was stabbed several times by Foyet. He's right in front of me and … "Haley choked and covered her mouth unbearably.
Hotch was silent when he heard Haley's question. He couldn't help but recall what happened not long ago.
At that time, Hotch comforted Jack and made sure that Jack didn't witness what happened in the house and wasn't frightened. Then, he left Jack in the care of JJ. When he walked out of the house, he happened to see Bruce, who had been brought to the police car, suddenly collapse. Morgan, who was beside him, caught him.
Morgan hurriedly called for the paramedics from the nearby ambulance. After Brosnan was placed on the stretcher, Hotch walked over to the stretcher and saw the bloody wound on Brosnan's chest where his clothes were torn open.
There were so many stab wounds that it was impossible to tell how many there were at first glance. The wounds were so deep that Hotch's heart clenched. He could imagine how Foyet had stabbed him with a knife. He had experienced it himself, but Bruce's condition was obviously worse than his. How did Bruce manage to talk to them as if he was not injured?
"Blood pressure 63/44, hemorrhagic shock … Agent, please make way."
As soon as the paramedics spoke, Hotch snapped out of his daze and stepped aside. Seeing Bruce's stretcher being wheeled into the ambulance, he followed without a second thought, probably because he had received news that Haley had been sent to the same hospital.
The vital signs monitor at the side beeped, making people feel a little annoyed. Hotch sized up Bruce. He had never seen Bruce so weak. Under the transparent oxygen mask, his face was pale. Even though Bruce had been injured in previous cases, at least he was conscious, unlike now.
"He'll be fine, right?" Hotch asked softly.
The paramedics who had already given Bruce an IV drip and were treating the wound on Bruce's chest didn't even look up. "What?"
Hotch finally realized that he had said that out loud. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything else. His gaze didn't leave Bruce's face. For some reason, the image of Bruce in the hospital after he was injured and the image of Bruce in his apartment when he told him that he had moved in next door appeared in his mind. They were close enough that he could see his own reflection in those pure black eyes. Bruce's gaze was so focused that it seemed like all he could see was his own reflection in those eyes.
What did Bruce say at that time …? Hotch's gaze moved to Bruce's lips. There were still some blood stains on his face. In contrast, Bruce's lips were even paler and slightly cracked.
“Oh
my
God! "The paramedics exclaimed in shock.
Hotch was slightly startled and stood up immediately. "What happened to him?"
He looked in the direction that the paramedics were pointing at. The blood on Bruce's chest had basically been cleaned up. His muscular chest was covered with hideous wounds, and the strange thing was that the skin on his chest was of different shades. He shifted his gaze away from the wounds uncomfortably. He didn't quite understand why the paramedics were so shocked. "What happened?"
"Look, don't look away." The paramedics pointed at the wounds.
Hotch did as he was told. Not long after, he noticed that the wound on Bruce's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. One or half a minute later, the wound had disappeared, leaving behind smooth skin that was lighter than the skin on the side.
！！！
Was that why there were so many marks of different depths on Bruce's chest? Hotch quickly put aside the shock that this incident had brought him. Instead, a feeling of anger rose rapidly.
He was reminded of the blood-stained sheets he found in Bruce's apartment. Who had promised him that he wouldn't hurt himself in the near future?
A few minutes later, when the ambulance arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Bruce's wounds had mostly healed. The doctor would probably wonder why the patient was sent to the operating table.
“Aaron，Aaron？ Is Bruce … already … "Haley's face was filled with sadness. She tried a few times but couldn't utter the word.
"No, he's fine. He's fine."
Haley didn't know why, but she heard a hint of anger in Hotch's voice. She guessed that it was just her imagination.
"Can you tell me what happened in full, Haley?"
.....
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In BAU's conference room, the team members were sitting at the table. There were photos of the crime scene scattered all over the table.
"Emm … Even though Bruce was a little harsh, he was also severely injured. Besides, if we can submit Foyet's complete criminal record, the judge should consider the case." Garcia looked at the silent team members and spoke first.
"I have a friend who's a very good defense lawyer. I've already asked her and she said she's willing to help." Prentiss arranged the photos and paused when he saw Foyet covered in wounds.
"We'll submit the case report. The bureau won't ignore this matter," Morgan added.
"Even though it's a little far-fetched to call this a self-defense case, it shouldn't be a problem considering all the circumstances." Reid wasn't too worried about this issue.
At this moment, Morgan received a call. He listened for a while and said in surprise, "What? What do you mean the wounds are gone? This … "
After hanging up the phone, Morgan looked at everyone and said with a strange expression, "Guys, we have a problem now. Bruce's wounds are gone. We probably can't use self-defense to get him off the hook."
"What?" A few voices sounded at the same time. "What do you mean the wounds are gone?"
"It's probably a special ability. Hotch said he saw all the wounds on Bruce's body heal within ten minutes."
"Is it a mutant?" Rossi guessed.
"What's a mutant?" JJ didn't understand.
After Rossi's explanation, before Reid diverted the topic from academic matters, Morgan knocked on the table. "Now, what about Bruce's situation?"
There was a moment of silence. Prentiss was hesitant. "Defense? Haley also suffered a life-threatening attack. He attacked Foyet to protect Haley. "
The main problem was the more than one hundred slashes. If Foyet was killed by a single slash or a single gunshot, it would be easy to prove that it was self-defense or defense.
"What will happen if Bruce is found guilty?" Garcia asked worriedly.
"Even if we consider Foyet's situation, he'll still be sentenced to three to ten years in prison for intentional injury." Prentiss looked at everyone and said with a heavy heart.
"Or what if it's proven to be an unconscious act, and he was only mentally stimulated?" Reid said softly.
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