Disclaimer: What do you get if you cross a cracker with a celebrity? A pop tart! And no I still don't own bones.
Chapter 4
They may not make it… You have to come now…Come now!
Somehow the team arrived at the hospital. Angela arrived first, her dark hair messy, tears streaming down her face as she rushed towards the reception desk.
'Ange, Ange!' cried Hodgins, eyes puffy, as he walked into the entrance hall, Zack following behind, looking like he had aged ten years in ten minutes.
Angela threw herself into Hodgins arms, 'tell me it isn't true,' she sobbed into his neck. Hodgins could only hold her as tight as possible as the tears began to run down his face. Zack started to shake and gasp for air as the sobs racked through his body. Angela grabbed Zack and the three of them stood huddled together in their despair.
Cam ran in a minute later and saw the three of them. For a moment her heart stopped as she thought that they had died.
'Cam, Cam! Have you heard anything more?' Angela cried as she stopped her.
Cam's heart restarted suddenly and she almost collapsed under the realisation that they weren't dead.
All four of them moved in a mass towards the reception. 'Dr Brennan and Agent Booth were brought in from the Jeffersonian. We need to find out…' Cam's voice faltered for a second, 'we need to find out what's happening.'
The receptionist rang through to a Dr Kelly, muttered a few words and hung up. 'You're to go up to the O.R. They're currently in surgery at the moment.'
It was a quiet and sombre group that entered the reception area of the O.R. The grim signs of Operating Theatre hung upon the walls and from the ceilings. The receptionist there advised them to sit and wait. 'Someone will be with you as soon as they can,' she told them quietly.
Cam and Zack went and collapsed into the hard plastic chairs that lined the stark white walls of the corridor. Hodgins leant against the wall, watching Angela as she paced back and forth. He could feel her anger emitting from her body.
Soon other Agents arrived and some of the other Jeffersonian staff. They took seats, went outside or leant against the walls. There was an air of frustration and despair throughout the corridor.
The hours passed still without news. Angela had been up to the receptionist every half an hour without learning anything new. Rebecca arrived without Parker and spoke to an agent before sitting with tears glistening in her eyes.
Finally a doctor came up the group. Everyone stood and waited with bated breaths. Angela's hand clasped tightly onto Hodgin's.
'There were complications… Both of them suffered severe head injuries…I'm sorry to say that they are both in comas…' Angela no longer heard the doctor; the ringing in her ears became too loud and the tears that had stopped came back. Hodgins guided her away from the group to the outside gardens. There they both collapsed on the grass and, holding each other, sobbed loudly. Angela couldn't stop repeating Temperance, oh god why Temperance?
The sunrise began so softly that it was upon them before they knew it. The warm glow basked the corridor where Angela, Zack, Hodgins and Cam all sat. No one had slept at all. Over the course of the night everyone had drifted off towards jobs, homes and bed. Last of all to leave was Rebecca who was crying softly and sobbing out, 'how am I going to tell Parker?'
Cam rose up and spoke, 'I'm going to the Jeffersonian.' With that she too left.
Later on that day Dr Kelly came out and spoke to them. They could go and see them one at a time. Angela grabbed Hodgins hand and squeezed tightly before following the doctor towards the ICU. When Angela reappeared there were fresh tears down her face. It was Hodgins turn, then Zack's.
Slowly over the course of the day they too left. Angela was the last and she left the hospital in the fading dark of the evening.
Now it was the waiting game.
