A/N: Honestly, I don't even have an excuse for not updating in 100 years. I'm really sorry guys. Time just got away from me, but I'll try my absolute best to update at least once a week. I have really hard classes this semester, but I promise I'll try and make a schedule so that there's a weekly update for you guys. Anyways, you might want to reread the last chapter to refresh your memory! I love reviews, guys. I probably don't deserve any for being a crappy updater, but I would really appreciate them!
The following morning, Brennan woke at 8:30 AM. She looked to her right, expecting to see Booth in the cot beside her, but it was made up and vacant. She furrowed her brows together, and looked toward the bathroom. Seeing that the door was open with the light off, Brennan began to fear that he'd gone home. She sat up, but cried out in pain as her broken rib protested. Feeling weak and abandoned, she curled up into a ball and sighed.
One Hour Earlier:
Booth had woken soon after he'd fallen back asleep. There was so much on his mind, from Brennan's health, to his relationship with Hannah; he couldn't get into a relaxed state. Seeing that Brennan was still asleep, he walked into the bathroom to wash his face and check to see if his bandage was bleeding through. When he was done, he walked back out into the room. He saw a shadowy figure in the door frame, and squinted his eyes to make out who it was. It was still dark in the room, but he could see the bouncy, blond curls that he knew so well.
"Hannah?" He whispered.
She nodded and stepped into the room. "How is Temperance?" She asked, though she tried to sound concerned, he could hear the disgust in her voice.
"What are you doing here?" Booth asked, walking towards the door and taking her with him.
"I came to see you, seeing as you're too busy to come home... What happened to you?" She asked, true concern forming on her face.
He shrugged. "Got hurt in the field." He said, leaving out the details purposefully.
"Are you alright? Why didn't you come home? I would have taken care of you." She said.
"Hannah, I told you. Bones needs me."
"Bones, Bones, Bones. That's all I ever hear about! Who cares if she's in the hospital? There are plenty of doctors here to take care of her! Why does it always have to be her over me?" She said, in an irksum voice.
Booth's brows furrowed as his anger rose. "I care that she's here, Hannah. She is my best friend, and I will be by her side until she recovers. If you don't like that, then I don't know what to tell you, but don't show up here without an invitation. Bones doesn't want any visitors."
Hannah rolled her eyes. "I didn't come to see Temperance. I came to see you."
Booth shook his head. "That right there, shows me your true colors. You're so insecure about your place in my life, that you have to check up on me when my bestfriend is in the hospital?"
"I know that she's more than your best friend! She wants to be with you! She's in love with you." Hannah said, and then mumbled under her breath, "I knew that bitch was trying to take you from me the day I met her."
That was it. Booth's jaw set, and his eyes went dark. "Leave."
Hannahs blood ran cold and she felt her stomach drop.
"Seeley..." She tried, knowing that she'd went too far.
Booth put his hand up. "Get out. Not just out of the hospital, but out of my apartment. I've had enough, Hannah. I want you gone." He said, his voice like ice.
"Seeley, I can't do that! I left my career to be with you! I've started a life here!" She said incredulously.
Though his anger had not lessened, he did feel a tinge of guilt, knowing that she had, indeed, given up very much to be with him. But he knew in that moment, their relationship had taken its last breath.
"I'm going home to take a shower and get a change of clothes after lunch. Is that enough time to get your things together?" He asked, his tone softer, but serious.
Seeing that he meant business, Hannah looked down at her feet. "I don't think we're done, Seeley." She whispered.
Booth stuck his hands into his pocket and nodded. "Goodbye, Hannah."
Booth walked back into Brennan's room and sat down on the cot silently. Brennan turned around at the noise and smiled. "Hey, I thought you'd left..." She said, trying to hide her relief.
He shook his head. "Just had to take care of some business."
She furrowed her brows and asked, "Where did you go?"
He thought for a moment. He didn't want to burden her with his own personal turmoil, but he knew that she would know he was lying otherwise.
"Hannah and I…" He began.
"Oh, yes. You should go home and see her. I don't need someone here all the time." Though she tried to sound convincing, her voice faltered.
"No… Hannah and I; we're done." He finally said.
"Done?" She questioned.
"We broke up, Bones. She's moving her things out. She's leaving D.C" He explained.
"Oh… I'm so sorry, Booth. I…"
Just then, her doctor appeared. "Hello, Dr. Brennan. I'm here to do a follow up exam on your injuries." He said, snapping on his gloves.
Brennan tensed and wrapped her arms protectively over herself. "Why? You have already recorded the extent of my injuries. There is no reason to reevaluate." She said.
The doctor stopped in front of her bed and said, "Yes, but I need to make sure that everything is healing and there are no infections due to the assault."
Brennan's face turned red and she looked away. The doctor studied her for a moment, and then looked to Booth. "Perhaps you should step outside for a moment?"
Brennan whipped her head around to face the two men and said, "No!"
The doctor put his hands up in surrender and Booth took Brennan's hand. "Sir, could you give us a few minutes?." Booth asked.
The doctor took a look at his watch and curtly nodded. "Of course."
When the older man had exited the room, Booth looked at Brennan."Bones, I know you don't want to be examined again, but we have to make sure that you're okay."
Brennan jerked her hand away from him and turned away. "Just… just leave me alone please." She said quietly.
"I just want to make sure you're okay." He said again.
"I'm not okay, Booth! I'm not. I let a man do this to me! I was oblivious of the consequences! I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. And not look at me." Tears rolled down her face and she violently swept them away, cursing herself for her weakness.
He gently took her shaking hand in his again and sighed when she didn't pull away. "You're so wrong. So wrong." He whispered. "Not a single aspect of this situation is your fault. You didn't let him do this, Bones. You fought. I know you did. If you were conscious at all during this, you fought. He raped you, Bones. I know that you're hurt right now, but I promise you that I will help you get through this."
She'd stopped crying by then, and had been listening intently. "How?" She asked. "You don't know what I'm feeling, Booth."
"So tell me. Don't shut me out, Bones; please. I can help you." He said.
Shaking her head, she removed her hand from his grasp once more and rolled over. "No one can help me. Will you please just send the doctor in and go home?"
"Bones.." He began.
"Please, Booth. I don't want you here."
That hurt him. Deeply. But he'd told her that he'd do anything for her. So he did what she asked. He grabbed his jacket from the chair and looked at the backside of her body.
"I love you, Bones. I'll be back" He said, so quietly that he thought she'd missed it. But she'd heard him, loud and clear.
As he walked out, he heard her tears begin again, but despite his almost painful need to go to her, he walked out of the room. He told the doctor that she was ready, and walked down the hall. Just as he was about to get on the elevator, he heard someone call out to him. "Booth!"
He turned around and saw an older man with grey hair staring back at him. Thank God. She wouldn't be alone.
"Max."
A/N: So I'm thinking Friday is a good update day for me. How does that sound? A new chapter every Friday? Let me know what you think!
