Bomb Disposal Elite

They took Sean away in a hurry. Hawkins was about to fall off the plane, and Louis helped him up.

"Leave me alone. Save him."

"I'll try my best to save him, that's why I came here from the camp." Louis winked, and someone came to push Hawkins into the wheelchair.

"I want to be by his side!" Hawkins said, grabbing Louis.

"Haukins - I'm going to operate on him, you can continue to drag me, he may die if he is a second longer!" Louis lowered his head, the warning in his eyes was quite obvious.

Hawkins let go, and the paramedics pushed him toward the hospital.

All the wounds were treated first, X-rays were taken, and then a plaster cast was applied.

Hawkins' spirit drifted out of his brain, and the scene kept repeating in his mind, Sean fell beside him, he wanted to touch him, but they seemed to be separated by this world Come.

"Please hurry up." Hawkins' voice was very low, and the smell of alcohol permeated the space, making Hawkins' voice even colder and breathless.

"Sorry, the cast is not so fast, we are making a plaster bandage for you."

Hawkins raised his head and jumped off the bed desperately. The medical staff quickly grabbed him, "You can't go anywhere. If you don't put a plaster on it, it will affect the growth of your bones..."

"Then you move faster!" Howkins' roar seemed to be heard in half the hospital.

"Okay! I... this will be soon..." The doctor who was making the plaster bandage was frightened by him and became a little flustered.The soldier was on the verge of going berserk, and the doctor didn't know what would happen if he didn't follow his wishes.

As soon as the cast was put on, Howkins asked the nurse to push him to the operating room.

Hawkins was sitting in a wheelchair, feeling the identical walls receding on both sides, his teeth trembling, as soon as he closed his eyes, tears would fall.

This long corridor is like endless fear, extending without knowing how to find hope.

When he finally came to the operating room, Jill was sitting there, with his hands folded and his elbows on his thighs, his back arched, his eyes closed, and his head supported.

When he heard the sound of the wheelchair, he didn't look up, but asked in an emotionless voice, "What are you doing here? See if he's dead?"

Hawkins looked at the door without answering Jill, his gaze seemed to penetrate the door.

"If I still have a gun in my hand now, I will kill you." Jill squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

The surgery went on and on.

Hawkins closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of the equipment on the other side of the door, the rhythm of the ventilator, and Sean's chaotic thoughts.

Sean, please stay alive.

Howkins put his palm to his face.He never waited for White outside the operating room, because when he knew the news, White was already dead, and all he left of him was a little memory and the cross around his neck.

But Sean gave him more than that.

Safe isn't enough to describe Sean.

Sean once said that Hawkins is like Pandora's box. After opening it with curiosity, all the disasters that fly out make people overwhelmed, and Sean's gaze flowing at the bottom of the box is the only thing left in the box. hope.

Time is like a knife blade, slicing through Hawkins' thinking one after another, making him ache every second.

Finally, the door of the operating room opened and Louis came out.

"How is he!" Jill raised his head and rushed to Louis.

Howkins just sat in his wheelchair, looking up into Lewis' eyes.Louis' answer was like a sentence to him, suppressing his heartbeat, choking his breath, and draining all thoughts from his brain.

"He is still alive, the iron plate on his back has been taken out, and his right thigh, right arm and two ribs are broken, we need further care for him, and there is also a concussion, he will wake up. Feeling dizzy...Of course this happened after he woke up."

After Louis finished speaking, Sean was pushed out of the operating room, and Jill quickly followed.

Hawkins turned the wheelchair with one hand, very slowly, but he tried hard to catch up.

Sean felt that his body was always floating. When he gathered his thoughts, he found himself sitting in a cafe. A man opposite him took a sip from his coffee cup, and then looked at him with a smile.

"Hi Sean."

Sean looked around and found that the entire world seemed to have stood still.

Some of the customers in the coffee shop kept raising their hands to talk to each other, some were stuffing sandwiches into their mouths, the waiters on the dining table were pouring milk into cups, and the cars and pedestrians outside the window were all frozen In that picture.

Sean looked at the man in front of him again, tracing his facial features, "White? White Hawkins?"

"It's me." White leaned forward, and the silver cross swayed in front of his eyes.

Sean put his hands on his head and closed his eyes: "This is a dream...why is there such a dream?"

"We're all in a dream, Sean. Howkins can't stop chasing Montero's dream, you're in a dream to tell if you're Sean or Vincent, but all dreams wake up...or we die in In a dream."

"Well, then what's the point of me dreaming about you?"

"Please stay by Hawkins' side, Sean...if I'm Hawkins' dream, but you're not."

"Are you trying to say that I'm the one he really wants?" Sean shook his head mockingly, "He promised me, he said he would wear an explosion-proof suit to defuse the bomb, but he took it off, and he said he would He told me that the process of dismantling the bomb would not worry me, but he took off his ears, and he also said...he will come back when he encounters a bomb that cannot be dismantled."

White turned his head and said softly, "Sean, but you love him, don't you?"

"I love him, yes. It doesn't matter if I become his back and die with him, but I definitely don't die in his dream of pursuing others." Sean also smiled, "Leaving Baghdad, I will start from my Waking up in my own dreams, either as Vincent or Sean."

White's eyebrows showed a bit of sadness, and he suddenly disappeared in front of Sean's eyes.

In an instant, the whole coffee shop became active again. Some people were dancing and talking about their experiences, some people were chewing sandwiches, the waiter poured milk into the quilt, and the traffic outside the window was surging, and pedestrians walked across the zebra crossing.

Sean felt his body tremble, and the surroundings fell into darkness, and then a glare of light penetrated through the gaps in the darkness. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a face full of anxiety and exhaustion.

"Jill..."

Jill's gloomy expression stretched out, and she ran out happily: "Doctor! Sean is awake! He is awake!"

After Jill ran out, Sean heard the sound of the wheelchair turning, turned his face and saw Hawkins.

He took a breath, and Hawkins reached out with his right hand and touched his face carefully.

"Finally...you will be able to sit in a wheelchair one day..." Sean twitched the corner of his mouth, Hawkins' eyes were like pools of water, but at this moment, something seemed to flood out of his eyes.

"Sean..." Hawkins lowered his head and leaned on Sean's neck.

Soon, the doctor rushed over, took out a flashlight from his pocket, illuminated his pupils, and then stretched out his fingers and asked him: "Sergeant Elvis, can you recognize how many fingers I stretched out? "

Sean replied with a smile: "Not one, not two, but three."

The doctor smiled, and then said to Jill, "As long as he has a good rest, he should be fine."

Jill said some words of thanks, and then returned to Sean, who completely dismissed Hawkins as non-existent, "How do you feel now? Are you dizzy?"

"My back hurts..." Sean frowned.

"Because there's a piece of the blast going into your back, you're lucky...Louis said it's only two millimeters in and that's the spine, and all you need is nerve grafting surgery."

"And what happened to my right hand..."

"It's a broken bone, but don't worry it's just a broken bone. In a few months, you can still be alive with a gun in your hand." Jill squeezed out a smile. When he saw the scene where Sean fell, it seemed that he was the one who was hit by the explosion. Own.

"They hung my right leg, yes, my right leg is still there." Sean was a little amused, "Is my left leg still there?"

Jill burst out laughing, put her hand under the quilt, and slowly slid down his thigh, "Can you feel it? Do you think your left leg is still there?"

"It's still there. I'm not dead or disabled. It feels really good." Sean also laughed.

Jill looked sideways at Howkins, and the uncontrollable anger at the beginning has calmed down a lot now, but this does not mean that he forgives Hawkins.Since Sean woke up, the guy hasn't said a word, except to look at Sean.

"Another thing that makes you feel good is that your and Hawkins' rotations in Baghdad are over." Jill took a breath and sat on the side of the bed, "When your injury improves, you can go back to the United States .And, barring accidents, you've been promoted, Warrant Officer."

"Great, this way the government will give me a little more money." Sean wanted to stretch out his active left hand to scratch his head, but only then did he realize that his left hand was being held by Hawkins all the time.

"The most important thing is that you don't have to go on missions with the lunatic anymore. If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed." Jill pursed her lips, and his smile was beautiful. Although Vincent would never admit this, Sean now But know how to appreciate.

"how about you?"