Angela stormed out of the hospital room with fire in her eyes. Booth knew that he soon would be subjected to the full force of that rage and, more importantly, he was convinced that he fully deserved it. Bones should have been safe in the lab. There hadn't even been a legitimate reason to bring her along today save for the fact that he missed her. These days, the only way he could get her to spend time with him was if work was involved.

While Booth was more than willing to accept Angela's wrath, he had to make sure of one thing first. "How is she?" he rushed to ask before the pregnant artist could begin her tirade.

Angela flashed Booth a puzzled frown. Since Booth had arrived at the hospital with Brennan, Angela had expected him to stay on top of things and to keep himself informed on Brennan's status. 'Does Booth really care so little about Bren now?' she wondered dejectedly. 'I mean he can't even take more than a cursory interest in her well-being.'

Seeing her look, Booth felt the need to offer an explanation. "She kicked me out of the room before I could find out anything." He knew that he could probably have squeezed information out of the medical staff, but he felt like that would have been an invasion of Bones' privacy especially considering the desperation with which she'd asked him to leave the room as soon as the doctor came in to speak to her. It hurt to realize that Bones didn't fully trust him anymore. Certain bits of information, certain parts of her life, were now clearly off limits to him.

Booth figured asking Angela would be okay. Surely, there couldn't be anything wrong with asking a friend how a mutual friend was doing? Besides, Bones had probably briefed the artist on what she could tell him as well as what she shouldn't. Even if that weren't the case, at this point he was just too desperate to know how Bones was doing. "Will Bones be okay?" he asked again.