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Brennan and Booth worked for a couple of hours on his paper work until Booth suddenly said he was getting a headache. Worried that they might have been over doing it since he was still recovering from his surgery, they both stopped what they were doing and decided it would probably be best if they went home. While Booth trudged out the car, Brennan walked back to the bar and informed Sweets that they were going home for the rest of the day.

As she hurried out to where her car was parked, Brennan found Booth leaning against the car holding his head in his hands. Afraid that he was so much pain, she raced over to Booth and placed her hand on his arm. "Booth are you alright? Do you need to go back to the hospital?"

Removing his hands from his head, Booth tried to smile, but failed. "No . . . no, Bren . . . I just have a headache. I was just blocking the sun from my eyes. It seems to help a little."

Relieved, Brennan unlocked the car doors and watched as Booth got into the passenger side of the car. Once he was inside, she closed the door and moved around the car, so she could get into the driver's side of the car. Reaching up, Brennan grabbed a pair of sunglasses, in a case attached to the visor, and handed the glasses to Booth. Thankful, he took them from her and put them on. "That helps a little." Booth groaned. "Man, I do have a headache though. Maybe I should have stayed home."

Concerned about his pain, Brennan patted his thigh. "Once we get home, I think I'll call your doctor and let him know you have a headache. He said he expected you to have a few while you recover, but I want to make sure that your sensitivity to light is normal."

Booth closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He was feeling a little nauseous and he was afraid to open his mouth.

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As soon as they arrive at their apartment, Booth hurried into the bathroom and threw up. Brennan watched him to make sure that he didn't pass out. Once he felt it was safe to leave the bathroom, Booth went back into the bedroom, took off his boots and laid on the bed, closing his eyes. Brennan, entered the bathroom, wet a hand towel, came back to where Booth was laying and placed it across her husband's eyes. After awhile, he seemed to be breathing easier and was less nauseous. Her concern nagging at her , she finally went into the living room and called Dr. Shelby's office.

Talking to the nurse that answered the phone, Brennan was told that it sounded like Booth had a migraine. Brennan was told to make sure that Booth took his pain medication in a timely manner and to have him lie in a very dark room. If he didn't feel better in a few hours, the nurse asked Brennan to call Dr. Shelby's office and he would tell her what to do then.

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Once he'd had time to rest, Booth realized that he felt a little better. His head still hurt, but, he could live with that as long as he didn't have to be sick with it. He absolutely hated to throw up. After a while, he heard Brennan come back into the room, move about and suddenly the room became dark. Fearing the worse, Booth cleared his throat. "Bren . . . um . . . did you turn the lights off?"

The fear in Booth's voice told her that he wasn't sure what had happened. "Yes, Booth . . . Dr. Shelby wants you to stay in a dark room for a while. "

Carefully moving through the dark over towards the bed, Brennan found it with her foot, laid down on her side of the bed witht he intention of keeping Booth company. "I need to make sure you take your next dose of pain medicine in another hour. If you don't feel better in a few hours, I'm supposed to call Dr. Shelby's office back."

"Thanks, Bren," Booth spoke softly. "It's just a headache. I'm fine."

Feeling like she had control of the situation, Brennan thought about the things that needed to be taken care of in the next few days. She was thankful that Booth's cousin had agreed to help manage the nightclub for the next few weeks. Chef owned his own restaurant and had helped manage their nightclub in the past when they needed him to. He had said he didn't think adding the club to his responsibilities now would be a problem.

After awhile, Brennan realized that Booth was sleeping. He had given her quite a scare. She prided herself on being a very calm person, but Booth's illness was really testing her ability to keep calm.

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Booth was better that evening and even felt well enough to eat some soup. His cousin Chef, had sent over a couple of cartons of soup that afternoon. The man who brought it, told Brennan that Chef wanted her to know that his soups were restorative and to make sure that Booth ate plenty of it.

Brennan had tipped the man and told him to tell Chef that she appreciated his thoughtfulness and she would make sure her husband ate at least some of it.

After she heated up the soup in a bowl she brought it to their bedroom on a tray for Booth. He was awake and his head had almost stopped hurting. He worried about keeping the soup down, but ate some of it anyways. Brennan had told him that his cousin considered it as a restorative and he didn't think it could make things worse.

"I have a cousin?" Booth was curious and asked Brennan about him after he'd eaten a few spoonsfull of the soup.

His cousin was a great friend too and Brennan loved him."You have a cousin, named Sylvia, who is married. The cousin I am talking about is her husband. He's a very good chef and his restaurant is very successful."

Nodding his head, Booth thought about that little piece of information. "So, my aunt isn't gay in this reality? What else is coming?"

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