This can't be it for her. No way. She is way too strong for this. Booth thought as he strode down the bleached white halls. Away from the room where she had broken the news to him. Away from her. Away from all the thoughts running through his head Four years on they had finally gotten together. Finally gotten it right. And now three months into what had been the best relationship he had ever been in this happens. He had begun to think he had found the woman he was to spend his life with, but now… now she had only a few weeks to live. He only have a few weeks left with her. He stopped and stared down the long hall. It seemed to go on forever. He couldn't see the end. The last few hours replayed in his head. He had woken up that morning and realised that she wasn't in the bed beside him. He heard her in the bathroom. Getting sick. He went into her and she was vomiting into the sink. When he stepped closer he saw that the majority of what was in the basin was blood. She had turned to him and weakly said,
"Booth I think I'm sick." She had then collapsed into his arms. The next hour was a blur to him. An ambulance arrived, even though he couldn't remember ringing them, and they were both taken to the hospital. That had been ten hours ago. They had done tests upon tests and finally they had given her answer. She had never complained about feeling sick so this was the last thing he had ever expected.
"Booth…" she had said when he had gone back onto her room. He took in just how small and frail she looked on the grey white sheets. "..The doctors have just been and they have my test results back." He went up beside her and she reached out for his hand. He took it and kissed it. "Booth… Seeley I have cancer."
Cancer the word ran through his mind and it felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart. This wasn't right. He had just left the room, walked out he couldn't even believe that he had left her there lying in the bed. Turning around he went right back in. he strode over to her and went down on his knees beside the bed.
"Maybe their wrong maybe the test was wrong. We could get them to do it again… we could…" she put her hand to his lips.
"Booth they're certain. It has been spreading for months now and it's too late. They can't treat it. It's terminal"
"You can't ha…I mean you're sure."
"Booth I looked at the results myself." She eased herself up in her bed and he saw a pained expression cross her face. "Come on Booth let's not dwell on this. Lets just make the most of the time we have." She smiled at him.
"Which is how long…"
"Two months at least." She said softly.
"Two months… oh Bones." He began rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, and she relaxed at the feel of his rough skin on her hand. As she eased back in the bed she felt something on the back of her hand. A single silent tear.
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