Thank you everyone. I will take all your comments and critism on board. Im sorry if my grammer is awful, and Im not making up an excuse - but Im thirteen so I doubt my grammer will be as good as others. Heres the next part :) And, I really do appreciate the critism - Im going to work on it and I would love it if you could tell me if Im improving or not.
Russ sat back down, panic written all over his face. He dropped his head in his hands, Booth heard him taking a deep breath before lifting his head back up. His eyes began to look watery and he became rather pale, it also looked like he was shaking. Max sat down besides his son, he stared into space and didn't speak a word. Max's face was blank, he neither had a frown or smile and his eyes showed no emotion behind them.
"She'll be alright, Dr. Brennan is really strong" smiled Hodgins, although he too looked rather nervous.
"Is it critical ?" asked Zack, these were the first words he had produced since Temperance had been shot.
Booth nodded slowly. No-one spoke, everyone avoided eye contact while they come to terms with what Booth had said.
Angela suddenly appeared, she hugged Hodgins tightly as a few tears rolled down her smooth cheeks. Cam sat back down, only one emotion ran through her veins and that was fear. She feared that Dr. Brennan would not wake up, she feared that Booth would have his heart crushed. Zack sat besides Cam, his eyes darted across the waiting room as he looked around at other patients. He began to think of their injuries, keeping his mind of Dr. Brennan was the best way to stop him from panicking.
The next morning, only Booth and Angela remained. Cam, Zack and Hodgins had gone home the night before to get some rest, promising to return in the morning with breakfast and a change of clothes for them. Also, Booth had told Max and Russ to return home to get some sleep, reassuring them he would call if there was any change.
Angela was curled up in an armchair, Booths jacket thrown over her to keep her warm. Mascara was smudged down her face, she had rubbed her eyes during the night and hadn't actually realised what she was doing. Her clothes were now crinkled, her shoes were besides the armchair while her bare feet rested on the softness of the armchair. Booth was sat up opposite her, he hadn't slept all night as he couldn't close his eyes without a replay of Bones getting shot runnning through his head. His tie was unfastened, his shirt hung out and he now had huge, dark bags under his eyes. Booths shirt still had his partners blood on it, he would have to wait until Cam brought him a change of clothes. He was also very irritated, the doctors had not returned with any news since the previous night.
"Morning!"
Booth looked up, his vision was rather blurry. He blinked a few times before noticing it was Cam and Hodgins. Cam passed Booth a cup of coffee and a change of clothes, which he was extremely grateful for. He was glad she had picked jeans and a top, he didn't want to wear an uncomfortable suit for another 24 hours. Booth took a sip of his coffee, watching as Hodgins wandered over to Angela and kissed her forehead. Angela stirred a little but she didn't wake up. Hodgins smiled, he sat down besides Booth and took a long sip of coffee.
"Any news ?" asked Cam, sitting down on the other side of Booth.
"None at all. Wheres Zack ?" questioned Booth, noticing the squint wasn't with them.
"We don't know, probably gone to the lab" frowned Hodgins.
Booth wondered if Zack was avoiding seeing Temperance. He wondered if Zack was scared of seeing her like this; so weak and in pain. Suddenly, Booths cell began to ring, he placed down his coffee and pulled his cell out.
"Booth" he said.
Cam and Hodgins sipped on their coffee's, watching as Booths face turned serious.
"Ok, I'll let them know" finished Booth, hanging up his cell and shoving it back in his pocket.
"Whats wrong ?" asked Cam, keeping her eyes on Booth.
Booth sighed. Hodgins and Cam exchanged glances, no-one had noticed that Angela had woke up and was now listening to their conversation.
"That was Zack on the phone. A parcel had just come though to the Jefforsonian, it was a mandible with silver screws" sighed Booth, rubbing his forehead.
"Gormogon" whispered Angela, suddenly sitting straight up.
