[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 190 Continue

Hotch let go of his arms, took a half step back, and looked into Oliver's eyes, "Oliver, this matter has nothing to do with you. I am very grateful that you can stand by my side."

Oliver opened his mouth, but the "no" in his throat didn't come out, he raised his right hand to cover the corner of Hotch's wrinkled eyes, "If you want to cry, cry, it's okay, they've all gone away."

"No." Hotch took Oliver's hand, "Jack is still here."

Oliver swiped his index finger up slowly, allowing the tear from the corner of Hotch's eye to flow down the glove's lines without leaving a tear stain on his cheek.He turned his head and asked Jack softly, "Jack, do you mind..."

"Oli, you look terrible." There was an age-appropriate worry on the immature face, "Mom said that only people who are sick will have white lips. Are you sick?"

Oliver pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, "Without me, it's just..."

"You're hurt." Hotch smelled a faint smell of blood on Oliver's body just now, but he wasn't sure.

Oliver nodded feebly, "Yes, this mission is a bit...beyond my expectations."

Hotch frowned, and suddenly pulled Oliver's left hand that had been hanging by his side.

Oliver was not afraid of the cold before, he had never had the habit of wearing gloves in November and then putting on a long and thick cashmere coat like he is now.

Hotch had just held Oliver's right hand, and there was nothing wrong there.And when he raised his left hand, Oliver subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but Hotch grabbed it.

The pain of squeezing the wound made Oliver couldn't help taking a breath, which made Hotch's expression more serious, and he quickly pulled off his gloves.

The palm of Oliver's left hand was wrapped in a thick bandage with fresh blood stains on it, as were four fingers.

However, the thumb is missing, it seems to be all lost.Four fingers were wrapped in bandages, but they were still shorter than normal fingers in length. Both the middle finger and ring finger were missing one and a half knuckles, the index finger was missing half a knuckle, and the little finger was missing one knuckle.Red, swollen burns can be seen on the sparsely exposed skin.

Hotch put this hand in the palm of his hand, and suddenly looked up at Oliver, who looked calm, "What's going on? What about your mutant ability? Who did these?"

After losing his thumb, he can no longer hold a weapon in one hand.It's very much like some gang's tricks, and Hotch subconsciously thinks it's all artificial.

"This...is a super energy body. I held it in my hand, and then I was burned by the high temperature. The tissue at the fingertips has been necrotic. They partially amputated the limb while treating the wound." Oliver watched as Hotch's expression became more and more serious. The colder he tried to smile, he added: "When I find a way to get rid of this energy body, everything will recover, don't worry about me."

Hotch didn't answer, but silently avoided Oliver's gaze, and carefully took the glove back. He touched the wound on Oliver's ring finger on the way, and immediately retracted his hand like a child who has done something wrong, but Oliver didn't move at all. .

"The energy body opened a hole in the palm of my hand, so the nerve connection of several fingers was disconnected. I can't control them, and I can't feel them. Heh." Oliver smiled wryly, "I don't know Now that's good or bad."

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After the funeral, there was a dinner in the evening. Hotch and Haley's sister Jessica greeted the guests together, but Rossi pulled him to the terrace to talk.

Oliver and the Bau team sat around the round table together. With the keen senses of these guys, it was impossible not to notice Oliver's bloodless face and abnormal walking posture.

"Are you injured?" Prentiss held Oliver's left hand, and he didn't take off the glove from the beginning to the end, and Prentiss' action made him grit his teeth.

Seeing Oliver's pained expression, Prentiss withdrew his hand immediately, "I'm sorry, did you hurt your hand?"

"Yes, but..." Oliver smiled as much as possible, and cast a comforting look at the worried team members, "It's not just the hands, but it's nothing to do, everything that should be done has been done, It just takes some time for it to recover."

Oliver took a sip of water from his water glass and licked his parched lips.The water in the glass was very cold, which made him feel a little more comfortable, but the food on the table did not move at all, and the wounds on his abdomen and shoulders began to hurt again. He wanted to lean back on the chair, but he still pressed it carefully. The wound on the right shoulder, this is the bad part of the penetrating injury.

"If there is anything we can help, we must bring it up." During this period of time, Morgan was acting as the team leader, and he seemed more calm than usual, or the recent events made everyone feel very heavy.

Everyone didn't ask Oliver about why he was injured, or any questions about his self-healing ability, because they didn't want to bring up this memory, and they also knew that there were some things they didn't have the authority to know.

"I will." Oliver swallowed, keeping his voice from trembling, he thought the wound on his right shoulder had opened, and the anesthetic that Banner had given him was almost over.

Oliver couldn't see the cut on his shoulder, but he guessed it was bleeding again because his eyes were starting to get dark again and his fingers were cold.

He didn't want to worry about the pain of the wound on his shoulder anymore, but his whole weight was leaning on the chair, the back of his head leaned on the back of the chair, and he raised his head slightly. The light on the ceiling made him want to close his eyes, but just The moment he closed his eyes and his pupils fell into darkness, he forced himself to open them again. He could not close his eyes now, nor could he fall asleep now.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Reid, who was sitting across from him, asked seriously.

"Yeah." Oliver managed to make a nasal sound.

** who was sitting by the side suddenly took out her vibrating mobile phone, and she received a text message.

Prentiss had a sense of foreboding, "God, don't make a case, we can't leave now."

"I received it too." Morgan said helplessly.

Garcia glanced back at Rossi and Hotch on the terrace, pleading, "But we can't leave now, not today."

"There's no other group available," ** said.

"Go if you have a case." Oliver told the team members, "I'm here."

No...you are the one who needs to be taken care of too.

"We have to go." But Morgan decided, "I'll get Rossi."

The team members got up to pack their things, and Garcia kissed her boyfriend goodbye.

Oliver also stood up, but he didn't expect the blood loss to be so serious that when he stood up and opened his eyes, his eyes fell into darkness, his limbs were weak, and he lost half of his body control. He supported the chair with his right hand.But the injured right shoulder couldn't exert strength at all, and everything was in vain. He still had a weak knee and fell forward.

"God! Oliver." He heard Prentiss call, and the other party caught him, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.

Oliver lowered his head and tried to breathe, trying to dispel the darkness in front of him. He heard Hotch's familiar hurried footsteps behind him.

Hotch grabbed him from behind, trying to make him stand up and sit back on the stool.

But Prentiss stopped him, "Hotch don't touch him, he's still bleeding." She spread the hand on Oliver's back, and the white palm was soaked with bright red blood. The fabric of Oliver's back was soaked as if a glass of water had been spilled.

The wound on the front of the abdomen that was blocked before was also bleeding. This time, the snow-white shirt was directly stained red, spreading rapidly like cinnabar dripping into the water.

"Gosh, call an ambulance." Garcia covered her mouth, she looked like she was about to cry.

"No, no, that's useless." Oliver still retained a little sanity.

"Then what are you going to do?"

A Jarvis projection suddenly popped up from the electronic watch on Oliver's wrist, "Please rest assured, after monitoring Mr. Williams' blood pressure and pulse, Ms. Natasha and Ms. Williams are already on their way to Washington."

"There's a free lounge upstairs, take him up there to rest," Rossi said.

Hotch gave him a grateful look, "Go and solve the case, I should be... no problem."

The team members turned their heads frequently as they left.

Oliver leaned back on Hotch's shoulder. Hotch reached through his knees and was about to hug him, but Oliver, who was slightly awake, patted his shoulder, "Don't, don't hug me, I can still walk .”

"you sure?"

"I'm a wounded person, not a disabled person. I can overthrow a team of Hydra with this appearance, so I won't be unable to walk." Oliver smiled and tried to open his eyes.There was darkness in front of his eyes, like fog, which appeared and disappeared from time to time. Oliver closed his eyes tightly until his vision was clear enough without being completely blocked.

"Just hold me." Oliver pulled Hotch's arm and stood up slowly. "Where's the stairs? My vision is a bit blurry."

Hotch listened to Oliver's weak voice, which contrasted with the strong meaning in his words, sighed inwardly, took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

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Hotch pushed open the door of the lounge and was about to turn on the light, but was stopped by Oliver, "Don't turn on the light, I don't like those lights right now."

Hotch didn't ask why, but just withdrew his hand from the light switch, closed the door behind him, and silently supported Oliver to the bed.

"Okay, you sit down slowly, the bed is here." Hotch helped Oliver sit down slowly, then leaned over and pulled two pillows on Oliver's back, letting him sink into the soft pillows, but it might take a while The waiter who will wash the pillows will work hard tomorrow.

Hotch let go, and he couldn't see the color in the dark, but the wet feel of his palm reminded him of Oliver's terrible blood loss.He couldn't even imagine how Oliver supported himself to walk up, and how he still maintained his sanity until now.