So… This is my first time I've ever written a story. Not just the first time for fanfiction, but the first time with any kind of story. So you could say I'm super nervous.
The chapters are super short and I know that. Read and review(: New chapters should be up within 24 hours.
When Brennan wakes up in the hospital one day, she can't remember what landed her there. What she does remember, however, is the ever present pain in her chest ever since that fight with Booth. The fight where she was left alone... again.
I rearranged the chapters a little bit so if you get a story alert I'm sorry!
One
Her eyes opened and became wide with fear and confusion.
She jolted into a sitting position, and felt her body stiffen with pain. An unauthorized gasp left her mouth but despite the sudden dizziness and the full body ache, she wouldn't let herself lay back down until her questions were answered.
Where was she?
Blank white walls. Blank white sheets. She looked down at her hand that was cradling her belly and realized what she was wearing. A stiff white gown. Her normally lightning fast mind was taking forever to put the pieces together.
A hospital?
The IV she had failed to notice on her other hand confirmed the hypothesis. This was definitely a hospital.
But… Why?
The doors opened and a very frazzled brunette darted in. Brennan's eyes locked themselves on her best friend's face, and her mouth worked to form coherent questions. But before anything came out of her mouth, Brennan found herself being hugged by Angela. As she felt Angela's chest heave against her own, she managed to get something out.
"Ange… What happened?"
Angela pulled back and wiped her eyes. She had been worried sick for the last few hours and seeing Brennan alive and awake brought sobs that she hastily tried to swallow. And for a moment she didn't answer. Instead, they both stared into each other's wide eyes.
"You… you fell Bren. Now lay down. You should rest. You look terrible." Angela's voice was cracking but she strained to make it level again.
Brennan weakly fought with Angela using her left hand, while her right arm still cradled her bulging belly. She was determined to stay upright. But with Angela no longer holding and hugging her, she was swaying dangerously. A wave of nausea came fast. Her body no longer had the strength to follow her mind's wishes. Unable to hold on any longer, she slumped back into the pillows, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She felt a lump in her throat, but she couldn't decide whether it was from the pain or from the questions that were still burning in her mind.
"The... the baby. Is my baby okay?"
Both hands circled her belly this time. She hadn't felt him kick or move or even flutter once since she had woken up. It had only been five minutes. But she neededto feel something. Her eyes opened again.
Tears were welling up fast. She blinked them away angrily.
Damn hormones.
"Ange?" Brennan's eyes furrowed. Her friend's face had gone white.
"You don't remember anything?" Angela's couldn't hide her concern.