Hockey
Booth got knocked down. He's not getting up. Come on Booth, get up. Dammit Booth. Why won't he get up? The players are crowding around him now. One of the referees that wasn't on the ice before is going out now. I get up.
"Dr. Brennan, what are you doing?" Hodgins asks me.
"Going to check on Booth."
"You can't do that Dr. Brennan," Cam tries to tell me, but I am already walking away. When I walk over to the area to go onto the ice, someone else tries to stop me, but I ignore them. I walk onto the ice and almost slip myself. I carefully walk over to the crowded players. I make my way through them. They give me questioning looks. Again, I ignore them. I finally make my way over to Booth. His face is a little more pale than normal, but that could also be from the cold atmosphere, I figure. Please let it be just from the cold.
"Booth. Booth, wake up! Come on Booth!" I feel like I did when that psychotic woman, Pam Nunan, shot him. Please don't let him *almost* die again. That was hard enough in itself.
"M'am, you're going to have to move," one of the refs starts. Why can't I just look over him myself? It's not like I'm doing anything to hurt him. "M'am please."
"Booth. Wake up Booth."
He stirs. "Bones?"
"Booth. Booth!"
"Bones, why are you on the ice?"
"I got nervous when you fall down and don't get up," And because I thought you died again. I refrain from saying that last part even though I'm thinking it. I help him up. I am so happy he is okay. I don't think I could live if he died.