Бляяяяяяя!!!!!!!!

"EMILY!" Hotch screams, gaining her attention. "Cover me!"

Prentiss turns her attention to the men on the floor, eyes widening and gasping in horror at the sight before her. Hotch is biting into his own wrist, bleeding freely and forcing it into Rossi's mouth, commanding him to drink.

"Ho-ly shit..." Morgan breathes, watching the bullet get straight up pushed out of Dave's chest as the wound begins to knit itself together. "Emily, are you seeing this?"