Hello I'm back! I recently got a new laptop for school, so im able to write on the go, which means updates will be much more frequent! (Reviewing helps too) I will try to update a least once a week i am very sorry i have been slack :( please enjoy the chapter (comment on the story not my lack of updating) :) Thanks!
Chapter 4
Booth was still at his partner's bedside, long after visiting hours were over. A few grouchy nurses told him to leave, but Booth flat out refused, he was going to be there when Bones woke up. He'd already let this happen, he wouldn't let himself think to leave, if it meant she would wake up in a room that was not her own, confused, scared and feeling sick; all without a hand to hold, arms to collapse in.
Booth's shrill ringtone cut him out of his reverie; he hastily checked the caller i.d. Angela.
"Yeah Ange?" Booth answered his call rather wearily. All that had happened had left him emotionally, not to mention physically drained.
"Is Bren ohk? Look I'm going to come to hospital Booth. Knowing you, you haven't left Brennan's bedside since you were allowed in the room. Besides I think you need a shoulder to lean on." Angela replied worried for her best friend, as well as for Booth.
"Yeah, ohk thanks." Booth said before he hung up.
It always amazed him that the woman, who couldn't stand the sight of gore, was the strongest of any of them when it came to emotional hills. He looked to Bones in her bed. It had only been an hour, but she didn't look the slightest bit improved. He grimaced at the thought of having to tell Max, her father, and Russ, her brother, that he hadn't been observant enough of her, that he went along with it despite her pleas that he let this happen.
Booth's head perked up once again, when he heard the radical beeping of one of the machines next to Brennan's bed.
"Um, a little help in here!" Booth yelled out the door, he had no idea what the beeping was, but that type of beeping didn't sound perfectly normal to him.
One of the grouchy, tired looking nurses hurried in, a clipboard in hand. She heard the beeping and looked to Booth.
"When did this start?" she asked in a snappy, irritated voice.
"A few seconds ago" Booth replied, he felt a little offended that this nurse thought he was dumb enough, to let a machine he felt was important, beep urgently and not tell someone right away. He was about to say so when the nurse started talking again.
"It's her heart rate. It's a bit high due to the trauma from surgery. I'll inject some anaesthetic to help calm her." The nurse said in a much calmer voice, maybe detecting the worry and anxiety in Booth's voice.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." Booth said to the nurse's retreating back as she hurried out of the room.
When the nurse re-entered Booth sat back in the chair by the window to give the nurse some space, but even Booth couldn't stay awake forever, by the time the nurse was done with the injection Booth had dozed off.
It was early into the D.C morning, the orange glow of the sunrise, lighting up Brennan's pale cheekbones, and Booth's sleeping figure. A particular slant in the venetian blinds caused Booth to squint around the room, (much like the Jeffersonian team) where his eyes finally rested on the beautiful figure, lying flat and straight, barely making a bump in the stiff hospital issued sheets.
He suddenly remembered all of last night: The crimson speckled napkin, the look of shock on his Bones' face, as she paled when she seen. The way he had hurriedly picked her up when she'd collapsed into him, fearing for her life as he ran to his car; Going way past the speed limit in a desperate attempt to get to the hospital in record time, stealing quick looks at the small, fragile looking woman next to him.
He looked at her now, struck still by her beauty, when suddenly there was a quiet tap at the door.
"Hey Booth." Angela whispered, although Booth wanted to remind her that she didn't need to whisper, that Brennan wasn't just sleeping he didn't. He concluded that this might be Angela's way of coping; of thinking that her best friend was just in a light slumber, and would wake up at the slightest sound. Not thinking that she was unconscious and on drugs to help with pain and possibly breathing.
"Angela." Booth replied in a soft voice, keeping up with his friend's charade.
"I brought some clothes for Brennan." Angela placed a stuffed duffel on another chair by Brennan's bed, then spoke again, "Sorry, I didn't wake you last night."
"What?" Booth was surprised, Angela had been here?
"Yeah, I came an hour after I called you, I was getting Brennan's things together, I came in here and you looked so tired, just slumped there sleeping. I said a few quick words to Brennan and left."
"Oh, I'm sorry, you could have woken me, I'm sure you're as stressed as me." Booth said, in the kindest tone he could manage, as he watched Angela close to tears, pick up one her friend's pale hands and bring it to her lips, kissing it softly then placing it back on the cold sheets.
"Yeah, I am I just can't believe this happened, any of it." Angela said quietly, her gaze far and distant as she replayed last night's events in her head.
"Did you bring coffee?" Booth nodded to the cardboard tray in Angela's shaking hand. He quickly took it off her before she could drop it and handed one to her, still warm.
"Thought you could use one." Was all she said, afterwards they sat quietly drinking their coffees in stony silence, watching the D.C sun rise up over a stale city of grey buildings.
It was later in the morning, the cardboard coffee cups sat empty on the small set of drawers beside Brennan's bed. When Angela stretched out of her uncomfortable position in the chair next to Booth and stood up.
"I'm going to call Hodgins; he said he wanted to come to the hospital." Angela stated a dull sound to her voice.
"Ok, Ange" Booth replied, taking a couple seconds to process the statement, he had been so out of it.
Booth watched Angela walk out of the room, cell phone in hand, he listened to the tap of her shoes grow distant, then he got up and moved the duffel from her chair beside her bed, sitting in it and taking his partner's hand in his own.
"You're going to be ok, beautiful." Booth said, to her lifeless form, kissing her hand lightly and letting the tears he had bottled up all morning, fall onto the white sheets.
Please review! Brennan will wake up soon i'll make sure of it :) Another update soon!
