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"Are we done here doc?" Agent Seeley Booth asked as a nurse finished re-bandaging his head. The doctor had been drilling him with questions for a half hour. 'What year is it?' 'Who is the President?' 'What is your full name?' 'Where do you work?' and a litany of others.
"Just about Agent Booth. It is not uncommon for coma patients to suffer from varying degrees of amnesia. When you first awoke last night you displayed symptoms of possible retrograde amnesia, evident by your inability to identify Dr. Brennan."
Booth sighed heavily remembering the look on her face when he asked who she was. Of course he remembered, it was just waking up from that dream where everything and everyone was so familiar but displaced. He stayed conscience for only a few more minutes, drifting back to sleep listening to her insistent demands for a doctor. He awoke two more times during the night but she was no longer camped by his bedside. He asked the nurses to call her, let her know that he did remember her. They politely explained that she had gone home but had assured them that she would return first thing in the morning.
"Yeah, about that, I was just confused."
"Again, not uncommon. You appear at this time to have full memory retrieval with a slight impairment."
"Slight impairment? I just gave you everything you'd need to write my biography, I'm from Philly, I joined the Army when I was 18, I was Ranger and sniper, I work for the FBI, I have a eight year old son named Parker. I had a tumor in my head, you took in out. Where's the impairment?"
"We can discuss that when I come back. I'd like your permission to discuss your condition with Dr. Brennan, may I?"
"Yeah, sure, of course." Booth replied, perplexed by the doctor's request for permission.
"Okay, just relax for now I should be back in an hour." Turning the man started for the busy hall of the ICU. Booth did not like being in the dark. He needed a straight answer about what was going on and there was only one person he trusted to tell him the honest truth.
"Hey doc!" He called out to the departing surgeon. "When you get done can you please send my wife in?"
Nodding, the doctor replied, "Let me talk to Dr Brennan then we'll both come and see you."
Settling back into the bed, Booth looked around his room seeing a small collection of cards and a bouquet of flowers with a plastic 'Get Well" placard sticking garishly from the center. Flowers he thought. I wonder if I could get some flowers delivered here before the doc and Bren get back. He felt like he needed to do something to apologize for forgetting his wife of four years, Dr. Temperance Brennan.