[CM] THE CASE

Courage is nothing but the fear of holding on for an extra minute. —George S. Patton

Reid happened to run into the doctor who was making the rounds. They stood at the door and chatted for a while. The doctor shook his head at him: "I still haven't woken up."

The most dangerous injury on Griffith's body was the knife cut in the neck, but he had measured it well and didn't hurt the artery, just looked scary. Reid knew that he was trying to contain Jason.

The situation was that they had already broken into the house, and Jason might have taken the girl or Griffith hostage. Griffith's knife was beyond everyone's expectations, and it also made him miss the best reaction time.

But several days of restless sleepless nights and tremendous mental pressure still destroyed his will. After being rescued, Griffith fell into a coma with a persistent high fever.

Jason didn't do anything, and the progress of the interrogation was almost zero.He's good at rounding things out, insisting on seeing Griffith, otherwise he won't say anything.Even when Gideon went in, he looked indifferent.

"The fever has subsided a little, and the other data are stable." The doctor said, looking at Reid's dark circles, he couldn't help but add, "You should also take a good rest."

Reid smiled at his kindness, opened the door and went in.

In the ward, Griffith fell asleep peacefully.

Thick gauze was wrapped around his neck, and medicine was applied to the part of his wrist where the handcuffs were worn out. His left hand was placed outside the quilt, and the medicine slowly dripped into his blood vessels along the transparent tube.The hand on the drip is prone to coldness, Griffith's fingertips are pale, and the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand are very conspicuous.

Reid put the bag aside, wanted to touch his hand lightly to test the temperature, and wondered if he should slow down the drip.

But he just came in from the outside, and his hands were cold, so he didn't try to find out why, but couldn't help but develop from touching to touching.

Griffith's right hand was also outside the blanket, wrapped in layers of gauze like his neck. Reid was there when Griffith was loaded into the ambulance, and he watched as the nurse carefully picked shards of glass out of the murky flesh with tweezers.Griffith will twitch unconsciously when it hurts. Reid wants to hold his hand, but Griffith's left hand is transfused with blood, and his right hand is bloody. This wish cannot be fulfilled, and he can only hold the cold guardrail tightly.

Reid withdrew his hand with great restraint, resisting the desire to run back to the game and beat Jason up, and walked into the bathroom almost paralyzed, wanting to wash his face.

Just as he was about to turn on the faucet, he heard a loud noise outside.

Griffith opened his eyes, his hazy consciousness being stimulated by the familiar darkness, and the scream of the girl in the basement swept his memory.He didn't know what happened, and wanted to sit up, but touched the soft bedding.

He is in bed.

Is it Jason's bed?

The thought hit his heart with deep-seated fear, and Griffith sat up suddenly, hitting the bedside cabinet, and the vase on the cabinet fell to the floor and shattered.

The broken voice brought him back to the day he called 911. Griffith knew what was going to happen. He was terrified and wanted to get out of bed and fight Jason desperately, trying to stop it from happening.

Before he could stand up, someone pushed him back on the bed, and said in panic and surprise: "Foster! Are you awake? It's okay, it's okay..."

Griffith didn't have time to tell who he was and could only struggle wildly.

"It's me! It's Reid!" Reid said urgently, "Are you all right? Shhh, you're all right, you're safe."

"...Reid?"

"It's me, you are in the hospital now." Reid said, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Griffith raised his head blankly, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes didn't know where to fall, but it wasn't on him anyway.

"Hospital?"

Griffith finally smelled the faint smell of disinfectant.

Reid's heart sank suddenly.

He let go of Griffith's grip, shaking before his eyes.

"Foster," his voice sounded broken, "you, your eyes..."

Griffith's eyes blinked slowly, unresponsive to the close hand.

"I can't see it," he said softly, like a bloody feather.

At that moment, Reid's throat felt a fishy sweetness.He was stunned for two seconds, rang the call bell, and shouted with the loudest voice in his life: "Doctor! Where is the doctor! He's awake! He can't see!"

Griffith tugged at him hastily.Sure enough, he couldn't see, he waved his hand in the air twice, and finally caught Reid's arm.

Reid's eyes were red.

"It's okay, this is temporary," Griffith said, "Don't be so loud, I have a headache."

Doctors and nurses came in and politely asked him out.

Reid stood numbly at the door, and it took him a while to remember to inform his colleagues about it.

Morgan kicked open the interrogation room door.

The door bounced off the wall, narrowly missing Emily behind him.But Morgan didn't care about her, he grabbed Jason by the skirt and dragged him up from the chair.

"What did you do to Griffith?!"

There was no panic on Jason's face.Facing the frightened and angry black detective, he showed a calm smile instead: "Is he awake?"

Morgan's lips curled into a fierce arc, and Emily screamed, "Morgan!"

The raised fist stopped in mid-air, and Morgan threw the man back roughly.

Jason tidied up his clothes.

He had a face exactly like John Walker's, and Emily looked at it from a distance, feeling a coldness in her heart.

His gloves were off, and his hands were covered in burn scars. Emily and Morgan sat down across from him and began the routine questioning.

They all know it's useless.

But I don't know if it was the news of Griffith waking up that made Jason feel better. After two days of interrogation day and night, he finally revealed something.

"This face belongs to my partner," he said, "John Walker, yes, we do business together."

Emily asked immediately, "What business?"

"What business?" Jason said slyly. "What business are you talking about?"

He has been ambiguous in his speech, neither pleading guilty nor calling for injustice, and there is only one clear request from beginning to end-Griffith.

Outside the one-way glass, Hotch turned to look at Gideon, silently asking what he meant.

Gideon shook his head at him.

"Griffith just woke up and we still have to figure out what happened. His crimes can be traced from the little girl. We don't lack his statement."

"But James' case..."

"James' case doesn't matter whether he admits it or not." The old man said wearily, "These can either send him to the electric chair, or he can be sentenced to life imprisonment. A murder case has little effect. I..."

His words stopped there, and Hotch caught a wry smile flickering across his face.

"I'm going to see Griffith," Gideon said, opening the door and leaving.

On the other hand, Griffith's situation is more optimistic.

"I suspect that some drugs that inhibit the optic nerve are time-sensitive and can be metabolized." Griffith discussed with his attending doctor seriously, "But he said a total of three times, and I only used it twice, and it may still be harmful to the nerves." Certain damage."

The doctor nodded: "I see, I will arrange a detailed examination for you as soon as possible."

Griffith nodded, leaning against the pillows the nurse had piled up for him.

After such a commotion just now, the needle almost broke in his flesh.The nurse gave him another needle, and couldn't help but said, "Be careful."

Griffith pulled out a weak smile: "Yeah."

His hair was a bit disheveled, and his lips were a little pale, which made the little nurse feel distressed and sad, and she didn't have the nerve to say serious things.She checked carefully and the wound was not open and did not need to be re-dressed.After the doctor told him the taboos, he asked him to rest more and left with the nurse.

Reid almost slipped in through the doctor's open door.

Griffith looked in good spirits, seemingly relieved. Sitting next to him, Reid listened to him ask, "How did you find me?"

Reid honestly told the story of his disappearance.

When he was finished, there was a knock on the door. Gideon had a dark face, followed by several FBI agents.

Griffith only heard the footsteps of many people and didn't know what was going on. Reid came to his senses and explained to him in a low voice: "Gideon is here, and there are a few colleagues, probably to record a statement."

Griffith's breath paused.

Then, nonchalantly, he said, "I see."

"The doctor said he just woke up, you can ask any questions you want tomorrow." Gideon said coldly.

The leading agent showed a steady smile: "Agent Gideon, we are doing business, I think Agent Griffith won't mind."

Griffith sat on the hospital bed, not commenting - of course he didn't want to.

The screaming day and night, the dark world, and the tenderness with malicious intentions, these are the nightmares he just escaped from.

But the truth of James' death has not yet been revealed, the weeping girl has not found her family, and the devil who caused these tragedies has not been brought to justice.

Griffith then nodded to them: "I'm fine."

"Foster!"

"Okay." Gideon sighed as expected, "I must be there, and if he does anything wrong, stop immediately."

"Of course." The detective motioned his companion to sit down, "Let's get started."

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