They soon arrived at the river.
The river was turbulent. They looked in the direction of the flowing water.
There was a huge water curtain not far away.
The river flowed down from high above.
The sound was like thunder.
"Are you sure you want to walk through the water?" Hotch looked at the river and asked.
"That's the only way. Vam … He has a very sensitive sense of smell." Bruce swallowed the word "vampire" that was at the tip of his tongue.
"Is that really a vampire?"
"Uh … I think it might be caused by a special mutation or a virus." Bruce blinked.
He did not add insult to Hotch's precarious scientific outlook.
He looked at Hotch as if he wanted to say something.
He hurriedly said,
"We'll talk about this later.
Let's hurry up. "He had to think about how to make up a story.
There was a slope next to the river. Bruce walked slowly down the slope.
The slope was a little steep and there was nothing to hold on to.
The ground was wet and the stones were slippery.
Fortunately, the slope was not very long. When they were about halfway down, Bruce heard the sound of flowing water and the howling of wolves in the distance.
He thought for a moment about the wolves who were still around the Vampire when they left.
His expression changed slightly. "Hurry." He pulled Hotch behind him.
Hotch was standing on a stone with one foot and looking for the next landing spot with the other.
He did not expect Bruce to suddenly pull him.
He slipped and lost his balance and fell forward. Bruce wanted to help him.
In the end, they both fell.
The two of them rolled down the slope together.
Bruce could not stop for a while.
He stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Hotch's head to prevent him from hitting the uneven stones. His other hand tried to grab the soft ground to slow them down.
Unfortunately, with a splash, the two of them fell into the water. As they sank, they were carried away by the rapid current.
Bruce was a good swimmer. At least Hotch knew how to swim. As for whether he was a good swimmer, it was hard to tell. The two of them tried their best to keep their heads above the water. The water was still rushing, so they could only go with the flow.
The clothes on his body were very heavy after being soaked in water, especially the suit jacket. Wearing these to float on the water would consume a lot of energy. Bruce unbuttoned it with great difficulty and took off the jacket. He felt that the sweater inside was also very troublesome.
They were carried quite a distance away by the current. When he felt that the current was not as strong as before, Bruce sighed in relief. He was almost out of stamina. He had already lost a lot of blood, and with the use of his ability, he had to rely on Hotch to keep himself from sinking.
"Let's go up." Hotch was not having it easy either. He was panting heavily.
Bruce nodded and tried his best to use the last of his strength to swim to the shore. The shore was still as steep as the one they fell from, and it was not easy to climb up.
Bruce tried several times but to no avail. Instead, he was scratched and cut by large and small stones. It seemed that they could only wait for the current to calm down.
Not long after, they realized that the current in front of them was rebounding against the stones on the shore, creating a mist. It turned out that there was an obvious bend in the river. Bruce immediately realized that they could use this bend to get to the shore as long as they followed the current. However, there was obviously a huge stone there. The water and the impact of two people hitting it …
It was better for one person to be injured than both of them. Bruce quickly thought of this and wanted to pull Hotch behind him. However, he realized that Hotch suddenly used more strength than he did to pull him closer and hug him. Then, he tried to change his direction in the water so that his back was facing the stone at the bend.
Bruce was anxious, but it was obviously too late for him to turn the two of them 180 degrees. Besides, Hotch's strength made it impossible for him to break free. He could only put his hand behind Hotch's head. In the next moment, the two of them hit the stone.
Bruce could feel intense pain coming from his hand. It was not hard to imagine that Hotch's back was not in a good condition.
They finally got rid of the water. After a few minutes, Bruce helped Hotch up the slope. The two of them sat under a tree, exhausted and panting.
"Ahem, ahem." Hotch coughed a few times.
The side of the huge stone that they hit probably did not have any edges due to the erosion of the water for a long time. Bruce looked at his hand behind Hotch's head and saw that it did not suffer any serious injuries. However, the impact made him suspect that his hand had been flattened. He still could not feel it. At their speed, hitting a stone was not much better than being hit by a moving car.
Bruce did not look well, but it was not because he was injured. "Are you okay?"
"I only hit my back. I'm fine."
"Let me take a look." Bruce stared at Hotch's back. Hotch had thrown away his jacket when he was in the water. At the moment, he was only wearing a shirt that clung to his body. At least through the shirt that did not provide much cover, it did not look like he was injured.
"No, it's more important to get out of the forest. It's getting dark." Hotch took out his phone from his pocket. The screen was black from the water. He removed the battery. "I hope it can still be used after it dries. What about you?"
Bruce touched his trousers pocket and shrugged his shoulders. His phone was usually in his jacket pocket, but now he had taken off all his clothes and thrown them away. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was still drizzling. Due to the rainy weather, the sky had been overcast. It was indeed darker than before.
The situation was grim. They were in an unfamiliar forest and there was nothing to guide them. Although it rarely snowed in the winter, the temperature was still very low at night. Not only did they not have warm clothes, but they were also soaked.
Fortunately, they found a wooden house before the sky turned completely dark. It was probably a place where the town's lumberjacks or hunters rested in the forest.
The wooden house was very small. A table, a chair, and a wooden bed took up most of the space, but at least they had a place to hide from the wind and rain. The wooden house was not very damp, even though it was in a forest that rained all year round. Bruce guessed that the wood used for the house was heavier in oil, which made it more moisture-proof.
Bruce moved some wood from the corner and lit it in the fireplace. Although the surface of the wood was a little damp, it was still usable.
"Take off your clothes and dry them by the fireplace. You'll catch a cold if you keep wearing wet clothes." Bruce squatted in front of the fireplace and added wood. He turned back to look at Hotch. "We can move the table over and lay it on the table."
It was a normal suggestion, but when Hotch saw Bruce's sparkling eyes, he could not move his hands from the buttons on his shirt.
“Come
What do you think I'm going to do? "Bruce smiled mischievously.
"Do you know how to do it?" Hotch maintained his serious expression.
"I want to, but it's just a thought." Bruce looked at Hotch's serious expression and shrugged. He turned back and took out another piece of wood from the pile and adjusted the position of the burning wood in the fireplace.
Hotch moved a chair to sit next to Bruce near the fire. Bruce tilted his head and looked at him.
The sky outside had already darkened, and the only source of light in the room was the faint glow from the fireplace, making it difficult to see clearly.
The temperature was a little low, so sitting close to the fireplace helped to dispel the chill. However, Bruce's gaze made Hotch uncomfortable. He felt that Bruce was being rude and frowned.
"You're hurt." Bruce's voice was a little low, as if he was talking to himself.
Hotch followed Bruce's gaze and saw the wound on his shoulder. It was just a scratch. They got it when they were trying to get out of the turbulent river.
Bruce raised his arm and bit the original wound to let the blood flow out. He rubbed his arm on Hotch's shoulder and thought about how to use his ability. He knew that the Super Regeneration Factor in his blood would work for a short time after it left his body, but he had never tried to use it to heal someone's wound.
In the past, he had used blood to prevent other people's conditions from worsening. But now, he thought that even if the Super Regeneration Factor would lose its effect in a short time, if the recovery ability was strong enough, could it play a stronger role before it lost its effect?
"What are you doing?!"
Hotch grabbed Bruce's hand and saw that the long wound on Bruce's arm was bleeding again. He had seen this wound when he was in the water. It was caused when he and Bruce rolled down the slope. To be more precise, it was caused when Bruce used his hand to protect his head. The dark red wound was surrounded by white skin that had been soaked in water. It was a ghastly sight.
Bruce wiped the blood off Hotch's shoulder with his palm and smiled. "Look."
Hotch looked as he said. The scratches under the red color had disappeared. He even touched it with his hand and found that it was smooth skin. He had only felt a slight itch.
"You …" Hotch saw the pure joy on Bruce's face and felt a little conflicted. He then noticed the deep wound on Bruce's arm. He took a deep breath and felt a surge of anger, but it was suppressed by other emotions. "I think you should treat your own wound."
When Bruce heard Hotch's words, he wanted to use his ability to heal the wound on his arm. However, he felt dizzy and a sense of hunger swept over him. He fell to the ground and found that using this ability on someone else consumed a lot of energy. Before he replenished his body's energy and allowed his mind to rest, his ability was almost useless.
"Bruce?"
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