So I lied. That wasn't the last one. Because I basically always have sick fic muse. As always, Bones doesn't belong to me! Oh, and I'm going to branch out a little bit. If you have a character or group of characters you want me to write about, or an idea for a sick fic, either inbox it to me or leave it in the reviews! I always have muse for that! I'll leave your name for credit when I write it and everything! As always, have fun!
"Sweetie, just let me take you home. Please. I'm begging you,"
Angela had been on this for the past hour. Brennan shook her head and cradled her head in her arms, trying to focus on the current case.
"I have work to do, Ange…"
"You look miserable, sweeie,"
The women huffed and shook her head, trying to get up from her desk before her legs started to shake and dizziness overtook her. Falling back down into her chair, she buried her head in her hands and tried to keep her eyes open.
"That settles it. Either you're coming with me or I'm getting Cam to force you out,"
"I'm needed here, Ange…"
"And I promise you that the lab won't fall to pieces while you're gone,"
She groaned and shook her head, turning back to her computer and starting to look at documentation, trying to ignore Angela.
"Fine. Have it your way," she huffed, walking out and finding their boss.
"Make Bren go home. Please, Cam."
"Wait, why exactly?"
"She's sick and she won't admit it. So please, dear god, just make her go home,"
"Should I call Booth?"
"Booths on vacation with Hannah," The venom in her voice was evident, not even trying to hide it. Cam chuckled lightly and shrugged.
"Alright, alright,"
The women walked quickly into the room, where Brennan was currently half asleep, half staring at the computer in a zombie like way.
"Doctor Brennan, I think it would be best if you go home for the day,"
She perked up immediately with that, and looked between her and Angela, glaring at both of them.
"I have work to do!"
"And it will be waiting here when you get back. Angela will drive you home and make sure you get some rest. Come on," she offered. Brennan sighed in defeat and shook her head, but the arguing seemed pointless now. Angela went to go get a car, and informed Hodgins before she left.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead, take the car, whatever. You need anything?"
"No, no…I'll call you if I do, kay?"
"Kay," he stated before they shared a quick kiss.
When Angela and Cam both managed to get the Anthropologist to Angela's car, Cam gave a sympathetic smile and waved the two off.
"Get some rest!" she commanded.
Brennan shook her head in reply and tried to keep her eyes open while Angela drove in silence back to her apartment. Pale and shaky, the women stared out the window and tried to concentrate on staying completely calm, despite the fact that her insides seemed to be flipping back and forth.
"We're here, sweetie," Angela stated, getting out and helping her to her apartment. After getting her into bed, sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the sweat from the women's face.
"You can go, Ange…It's okay…"
"How many times did you take care of me when I was sick when we first met? The least I can do is repay the favor,"
Brennan seemed to want to protest, but whimpered instead and tried to roll up comfortably in her bed.
"What hurts, Bren? You need anything?"
"My stomach really hurts, Ange..." she stated before starting to cough as well, her body slumping. Angela smiled sadly and hugged her, getting up and getting a glass of water for the women.
"You think you want something to eat, Bren?"
She moaned in protest and then seemed to pale significantly, before she scurried up and tried to make her way to the bathroom. Sweaty and shaking, she cried softly as she tried to compose herself. Ange sat next to her and ran her fingers through her hair, whispering to her to try and get her to calm down.
"I take that as a no, then," she tried. Bren let out a choked sob and leaned against the girl, burying her head in her shoulder. She whimpered, again and again,
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, sorry," and Angela whispered to her, holding her close. She remembered the many stories Bren had told her about her childhood, about how some foster parents were never overjoyed nor sympathetic when stuff happened. She assumed being sick hadn't been something Bren had been particularly comforted about.
"I got you, sweetie…It's okay," she whispered, trying to help the women to her feet. When they finally made it to her bedroom, Brennan was shaking again, trying to find something to grab onto, to hold.
"Booth would hold me…He would have, anyways,"
"Yeah, I know sweetie," she whispered, hugging the women and not letting go.
"Why doesn't he love me…Anymore?"
"He does, sweetie…He just doesn't realize it yet," Angela comforted, letting the women hold her closer and cry some more, whimper about how it hurt, sorry, sorry, I don't want to bother you, but it hurts so bad. Everything hurts.
And Angela knew that only half of it was because of the sickness.
Stroking her hair comfortingly until Brennan fell asleep, Angela tried to keep calm, and not be angry that her best friends was like this. It should be studly taking care of her, comforting her, not Angela. But at the same time, a piece of her was happy that she was here. Because it had been so long since Brennan had opened up to her again. She'd closed everyone off once more.
The women tossed and turned in her sleep, moaned, and twice more they had an episode in which she would dart to the bathroom, whimper in delirium, and Angela would have to coax her back. Hodgins called at six thirty.
"How's Doctor B?"
"I think she's starting to get better…Do you mind if I spend the night? I don't want her to be alone,"
"Course not, Angie. Should I tell Cam you won't be in tomorrow?"
"Yeah, probably," she responded.
"Okay…Stay healthy, okay? I love you."
"Love you too, Hodgins,"
She hung up and walked into Brennan's living room, trying to find something to do to pass the time while her friend slept soundly. She found a book and snuggled into the couch, trying to read but keeping a vigilant ear out for her friend. However, soon she was drifting into sleep as well.
She heard a crash that alerted her back into reality around ten o'clock that night, and when she dashed up to go see what was going on, she saw Brennan on her hands and knees, eyes closed with her hands moving up to her eyes.
"Brennan! What's wrong?"
"Nothing I just…I just got up and fell…I guess I'm not as good as I thought,"
"Sweetie…" she sighed, helping her back up. The women sighed back and leaned back, cringing.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"I want…To die…" she mumbled into a pillow. Angela chuckled at her melodrama and hugged her.
"No, you don't Bren…You'll be better soon, I promise,"
She mumbled something which she couldn't really understand, and Angela sighed once more.
"Just sleep, Bren. Tomorrow will be better, I promise,"
They both slept for the rest of the night, until at five in the morning Brennans alarm went off. The two jumped up and Brennan groaned, holding her ears and covering her head with a pillow. Hitting several different buttons, Angela finally shut it off before she breathed a sigh of relief.
Brennan relaxed and shut her eyes once more, not even mentioning going to work for once in her life. Angela breathed a sigh of relief.
"Want anything to eat, sweetie?"
She nodded. However, when Angela tried to get up, Brennan moaned and reached for her hand.
"Don't leave me," she whimpered, sounding like a stubborn two year old. Angela looked at her with concern and then sat back down.
"Can't make food if you don't let me leave,"
"But Ange…"
"Just…Sleep, okay sweetie? I promise, I won't leave the apartment."
Brennan looked hopelessly alone but let go, curling and sighing.
"Everyone leaves me…" she muttered, thinking Ange wouldn't hear. However, she did, and she looked over at her with concern.
"I'm not leaving, sweetie…I'm right here,"
"But you will…Everyone will…Everyone leaves, sooner or later…"
"I won't betray you, Bren,"
"That's what Booth said too," she whispered, the moment of vulnerability and pain making her eyes tear up slightly. She swore under her breath and then sat back down, looking her friend in the eyes.
"In the whole time I've known you, have I ever left you for anyone? Have I ever abandoned you?"
Brennan stared for a moment.
"I could be in Paris, sweetie, but I stay here. I stay here for you and for Jack. But it started for you. I love you, sweetie. You're my best friend. I wouldn't kill for you, but I won't ever leave you. Not when you're sick, not when you're well. Never. Alright?" she tried, running her hands through her hair. Bren looked desperate for a moment and then nodded.
"Okay," she rasped before going into a fit of coughing. Angela looked at her in concern until she stopped coughing and then sighed.
"Broth sound good?"
She nodded.
"And Bren?"
She looked up from her cocoon of blankets and stared blankly.
"Everyone else at the lab? They feel the exact same way. You aren't alone, sweetie,"
Not alone…