A/N: All I can say is WOW… thank you to each and every one of you who took the time to post a review, I can't name them all, because there are too many (and that's a wonderful thought) this chapter is dedicated to ALL of you… you know who you are, and thank you again. I hope the story continues to keep you grounded. :)
Brennan finally stopped trembling and forced her mind to clear. She had to think. She had to come up with a solution to get back to Booth as soon as humanly possible. A payphone. She needed to get to a payphone… damn it, she was standing by one. She called the information line, and asked for the airlines. A long wait and she was finally connected with someone who knew what they were talking about.
"The next flight to Afghanistan is not for another 4 days," the woman explained.
Four days! They could not possibly expect her to sit around for … hours and wait in anticipation for Booth to live or die. No, there had to be another way. Brennan was rich, as Booth constantly pointed out, and for the first time she saw that it could very well work in her favor.
A private jet.
It took another few hours, before she was loading her bags back onto the private jet. She was quite on the flight, as thoughts about Booth's condition flooded her mind. Would he still be alive when she reached him?
She mentally scolded herself for not having been brave enough to tell him all her thoughts when she had the chance. If she missed it now, she was never going to move past it. Booth had taught her the essence of trusting people and building a foundation of friendship. How was she supposed to live without that? Without him?
No, she rejected the idea that the world would be better off without him.
The moment the plane landed at the hospital, she left her bags on board and ran. She ran as fast as her 34 year old body would take her, which on adrenaline was faster than she imagined. Her heart was in her throat, when the double doors slid open, and she rushed inside, the reception desk buzzing with nurses.
"I'm looking for Seely Booth… he was stationed in Afghanistan training soldiers for war?" she stated hoping her explanation would find him quicker.
A nurse looked up, momentarily. "Are you related?"
Is this where the staff tells you no one other than family was allowed to see the patient. No. Brennan wasn't waiting. She'd been through all this before. "Yes," she answered. "I'm his fiancé."
"Right," she nodded. The nurse came around to where Brennan stood. "Come with me…" she said leading her down a long corridor, turning left and right, and left again. Finally she stopped at a doorway. "He's in there… he's stable at the moment, and that's the best we can hope for."
Brennan nodded and pushed open his door.
Her eyes scanned the bed for a mauled man, with missing limps and a bloody face. An image she had burnt into her mind since the phone call. But it wasn't what she found when she approached the bed. It was Booth, in all his glory, the man she loved, the man who had been waiting for her to step into the light and admit that there was something more than a scientific explanation for her emotions.
"Booth," she whispered.
He didn't respond.
Do you think that he should wake up? I might leave you all hanging if you leave me without reviews… hehehehe… Evil is so fun to play, and I'm so good at it :)