I DO NOT OWN BONES!

This is just a little continuation of Wannabe in the Weeds that came to me while reading sad fanfiction. Review please! just a little note will do!!

I see Pam stand up.

I hear the shot ring out.

I feel Booth's blood soaking through my fingers.

I taste the bitterness of my tears.

I beg Booth to hold on.....

The doctor comes out of the OR doors with the somber look and I know. I know that Booth is dead. He tells me that there was nothing they could do, he just lost too much blood. I stand there frozen, waiting for something to snap me out of this nightmare. The doctor tells me he is sorry for my loss, and I almost believe him. I am so numb. I don't move. I don't think. I don't know what to do. When I feel Angela pulling me into a hug, I finally wake up from my frozen spell. The tears in my eyes spill over. I wipe my eyes with my hand only to realize that his blood is on my hands.

I whisper, "NO.....NO.....NO.....Ange, this is not happening..."

She looks at me with empathy and tries to reassure me, but I just push her away. I slam my back into the wall because I need something solid to keep me standing. I feel so broken and empty. I try to yell to the invisible God that Booth always talks to, but it comes out as a sob, "WHY HIM?!?!"

I fall to the ground and wrap my arms around myself trying to feel warmer, but it doesn't work. Even with Angela holding and crying with me, I still feel empty....

I know it is really depressing. But I love those stories that really tug at your heartstrings. Tell me what you think!!