A/N: This is chapter 10.
At the beginning of every chapter was a part in the future that took place in the hospital. Now that we have reached the point where Brennan is in the hospital, I have decided to develop these little parts into a somewhat bigger part. And of course a part that happens now.

The first part is Brennan being in the hospital after Booth saved her.


Chapter 10 – You're Going to be Okay

And now he was here, sitting in a waiting room, pacing in front of the four people who where as impatient as he was. Angela, Hodgins, Cam and Zack, they all rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard Brennan was there. They were shocked to see blood on Booth's shirt, but he explained that it was Temperance blood. When they asked him how she was he turned his back on them, she was horrible, he thought.
After three hours a doctor finally approached them, he motioned for Booth to sit, and he did. The doctor cleared his throat and began,
"The amount of blood she lost is over fatal, she should have been dead." Any other group of people would have thought that the doctor wasn't discreet, but they wanted the hard truth, and so they got the hard truth.
"We cleaned her wounds, stitched them and gave her a blood infuse, but…" Booth looked up, "she is in a coma, and we cannot say when she will wake up." Booth nodded, he thanked the doctor and sat down again.
One hour later, everyone was gone, they had all seen her and went home. He rose from his chair and walked toward her room. From the moment he entered he knew that he wouldn't be leaving until she woke up.

Two weeks;
'Beep, beep.' The monitor next to her bed beeps a normal rhythm. Her eyes are closed, just like the past two weeks. Her hands are lying next to her body. Her right hand is covered by a left hand. The same left hand that would cover her right every day. Every single, same day.
'Beep, beep.'
He is used to the beeping, after sitting with her for two weeks straight. But he doesn't mind, there is nowhere he wants to be. He feels like it is his fault she is in this situation right now, and he clearly remembers her words, 'Don't go.'. Telling her that he wasn't going anywhere wasn't really a promise, but it felt like on to him, and so he stayed. His left hand holding hers, only letting it go when someone else comes in, or when he eats. He visited James once, to tell him about her situation and to thank him. But when James was released from the hospital last week he hadn't heard anything from him.
He starting going back to work last week. And when he bumped into Tom there he was surprised to hear that the boy would quit the FBI, 'I'm not a cop.' he had said, and Booth thought he was wrong, but understood his decision.

Two weeks, three days;
She is holding the hand of her best friend. Holding back her tears.
"Oh, Sweetie." She whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks . It was all she could say, her words being blocked by tears. She comes to visit her friend every day, always finding Booth in the chair next to the bed. And every day her heart breaks seeing her best friend, eyes closed, unaware of everything and everyone around her.
Unaware.
She wiped away her tears and placed a soft kiss on her best friend's cheek. She looked around to see Booth still asleep and silently walked out of the room, allowing her tears to fall. Her friend would say it was irrational, but Angela didn't want to cry in front of her. Somehow, she was certain that Brennan could hear everything and she needed to rest and not mind her best friend's cries. That's what Angela had told herself for the past week, and she found comfort in the fact that Brennan knew she was there. And then a weak smile formed as she thought of what Brennan would say, 'Why would you waste your time sitting next to someone who is mentally not there?',but she also knew that Brennan would appreciate it, and so she kept coming, even though it got harder every time.

The door opened and Booth walked in. He had a coffee cup in his hand.
"Still asleep, I see." He says, sarcastically. He always talked to her, maybe she could hear him, and maybe she didn't.
"Don't hurry waking up, we are not worried or anything." He told himself to stay who he was, making jokes. At first he had found that difficult, but as a week passed by it became easier. And sometimes he even thought she reacted to it. A finger twitching, her heartbeat going up. He sat there every day, holding her hand.
He was being sarcastic to her for a week now, because the first week all he could do was blame himself. And now he was sitting next to her bed telling about his day. But he also told her that it was very boring without her.
"I am getting all the stupid cases now. Zack is back to the facility, so technically there is no forensic anthropologist to identify all these gross remains, you're seriously missing something, Bones." He almost dropped his coffee when he noticed her heart beat going up.
"I do not consider that funny." And her heart beat went up again, a smile forming on his face. He leaned back in his chair, hoping that she would wake up soon.

Two weeks, five days;
"Hey Bones, just saying. If you have any coma dreams, make sure you wake up to tell them." He says, sitting up. He was about to leave. Angela would come and he had to get back to work. Carefully he leaned over the bed, kissing her forehead.
"I'll be back tonight, don't go anywhere." He walked away and looked back once more before closing the door behind him.
"How is she doing?" Angela asked Booth.
"Normal." He kisses Angela on the cheek and leaves. For the past two weeks he would come to her room after work and he'd spent the night there. He would get dinner from the nurses. And around 11 A.M he would leave again, going to work, and one of the squints would take his place.
He stepped inside his office, noticing the pile of paperwork on his desk. He sighed heavy as he sat down, grabbing the first file. He read the file, signed his name and threw it on the left side of his desk. Repeating that process again and again until he heard someone entering his office.
"Sweets, I have paperwork to do." He said.
"I see, but I was wondering how Dr. Brennan is doing."
"Well, why don't you go see for yourself?" Booth asked, as he signed his name once again.
"I understand that this is how you deal with it, but if you want to talk, you know where to find me."
"There is nothing to talk about." Booth stated.
"Clearly, you blame yourself for the condition Dr. Brennan is in, but it is not your fault." Sweets stayed calm, as he always was, but something in his voice was different. It wasn't his 'I am your psychologist' voice, it was his 'I am your friend' voice, and Booth looked up.
"It is my fault. If I had just brought here home that night she would be in her lab right now, identifying remains."
"Maybe that is true, but without you, she would still be there." And with that Sweets left, leaving Booth confused.

Two weeks, six days;
The room was completely empty, except for the bed, and of course the person lying in it. Booth had a new case, so he couldn't come. Angela was heartbroken, she just needed a day for herself. Cam came to visit once, with Booth. When he left to get coffee she felt so awkward, she didn't know what to say. Hodgins came with Angela twice.
"I don't want to go!" There was arguing outside the room, a familiar voice.
"Just go, man. It can be the last time you see her!"
"Really?" Fear raise in the voice of the man, if it wasn't a boy.
"She has been in a coma for almost three weeks, the doctors say it's a miracle if she comes out of it alive!" The conversation stopped and the door opened slightly.
"Go." A young man stepped in the room. He closed the door and held his feet on the same place, the whole time.
"Hello."He spoke. His long hair was in his eyes and he played with his hands, for as far as possible, since his hands were gloved.
"It's me, Zack."
The first five minutes he just stood there, in front of the door, not moving, not speaking. He then moved forward, slowly, and observed what he saw. He had never seen her like that, he could see she was in pain, but she also seemed… peaceful. He carefully sat down in the chair next to her bed.
"I have prostheses." He spoke. "But I have to keep my hands gloved. But in a week or two I won't have to glove them anymore." And it was silent again, he used to talk to her about science and forensic anthropology, but now, there was nothing to talk about. And why would he even talk to her, she was in a coma. He cleared his throat and tried to be as casual as possible.
"'Apparently in our culture, when an older male lays an open hand on a younger male, it conveys approval. But if he bumps younger male with a closed fist, it conveys doubt.' . I remember I told you that. I just wanted to let you know that Agent Booth placed an open hand on my shoulder." He relaxed in his chair and for the next ten minutes he didn't say a word. He just sat there.

Three weeks;
It was the weekend and late, the hospital was quite. The rooms were dark and so was room 483. She was asleep, so was he. His head lay on her arm, which lay next to her body. He covered her right hand, just because he always held her hand. He was dreaming. She moved her fingers in Booth's hand and he immediately woke up.
"Bones?" But she didn't answer. Of course she didn't, 'his' Bones was in a coma and she wasn't going to wake up. And that was exactly what he wanted so much.
He kept his eyes open for a little while, he didn't really know why, he knew it was Friday night, and he had to get up early the next morning because Parker was coming by, but he just wanted to make sure that she was alright, and maybe, just maybe, she might move again.
But ten minutes later, when he was getting tired again and she hadn't moved, he fell asleep again. And he got back in the same dream he'd had for nights, and it was probably his favorite dream of all time, just because Brennan was awake in it.

Three weeks, one day;
'Parker, I can't take you with me!' Booth rubbed his neck. He had Parker this weekend, and he wanted to come to the hospital.
'But dad, I want to go with you! I want to see doctor Bones.'
'No, you don't!'
'You're keeping something from me, dad!' The boy was 8 years and he was almost as good as his dad in reading people. Booth sighed. This was the third time Parker asked to come and he knew that he couldn't say no forever.
'Fine, you can come.' With that Parker grabbed his coat and walked in front of his father, outside the apartment, on their way to doctor Bones. Parker didn't know what he was going to see, he just wanted to see her.
Parker walked in front of his dad and then stopped in front of the room he knew was hers. He heard his dad call the hospital once, asking how she was doing, and he heard his dad say 'room 483', so Parker just knew it was her room. He looked at his father and he nodded, "Go.". So he opened the door and walked towards the bed, a gasp escaping his lips.
"What happened, dad?" Parker kept looking at Brennan, and even though he asked a question, he didn't get a answer, he didn't want an answer. He walked to the side of the bed and gently placed his hand on top hers.
"I'm sorry, Bones." He whispered, and he flinched when the machine started beeping faster.
"What did I do?" he turned to his dad.
"Nothing, bud, it means she heard you."

Three weeks, three days;
She could hear him breath next to her, she felt the warmth of his hand on hers and she wanted to show him so badly that she was okay, but she knew she wasn't strong enough. Even thinking was hurting her. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, but she felt she got stronger every day. And as she gave all she had to give him one sign of life she fell asleep again, the pain taking over.

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His hand held hers, his breath was calm and then he felt her finger twitch in his hand and in the second he looked up he saw she moved her mouth slightly.
He kept looking at her, wondering if he just imagined it, but he saw that her lips curved a little and she was smiling, and he smiled too. Every day she seemed to get stronger and she tried to show that, and his hope got stronger with every move she made. She was going to be okay!

Three weeks, five days;
'We understand how you are feeling, Agent Booth, but the chance that she'll wake up is less than 1%. I am sorry.' The doctor spoke.
'No,' Booth answered, 'no, just give her one more week. She is already reacting to me.'
'You can't know that, sir.'
'I know her, and I know that she'll wake up. You have to trust me.' Booth pleaded. The doctor thought, shaking his head.
'Please, one week.'
'One week.' The doctor turned and Booth entered her room again, sighing out of relief, as fear went through his exhausted body.
"Oh, Bones, what am I gonna do?" he sat down in the chair and sighed.
"It's all my fault." He whispered. He grabbed her hand and rested his elbows on the bed.
"It's all my fault." He whispered again as a single tear slid down his cheek and landed on her arm.

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'No, no, no!' She thought. 'No! It is not your fault.' She wanted to scream it at him, she wanted to slap him in the face and tell him that it wasn't his fault, and then she felt a tear drip on her arm. A tear?
If she could, she would have cried, she had never seen Booth cry and now he was, and it was because of her. Yes, she was in pain, and yes, she was tired and weak, but she had to tell him.
She blinked once, the light way too bright, and she blinked again, and again, until she could slightly see. The pain in her head way too much, but for now she didn't really care. She felt she almost choked on the tube in her throat. She closed her eyes and then opened them, slowly moving her head to the right. He had his eyes closed and he looked so… tired.
Her arm hurt like hell, but she had done it before and she could do it again, so she raised her left arm and rested her hand on his cheek, a small smile forming when she heard his gasp.
"Bones?" He whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
"Booth." Her voice was barely audible, but he heard it. He opened his eyes and the smile he had on his face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Bones!" He laughed. He reached his hand up, holding hers. "Bones." He repeated, and all she could was smile at him.
"Oh, Bones, I am so, so sorry!"
"Don't!" She said, as loud as she could, "Don't! None of this… is your fault! Okay?" He nodded. For minutes they only looked in each other's eyes, finding something they both had never seen before. And in that moment she felt save and she knew that he would never, ever leave her again. He didn't have to say it, because she could see it in his eyes.
"You're going to be okay, Bones, you're going to be okay."

A/N: I am not satisfied with the end I know exactly why; this is the end I made for the people who don't want to read the real end I had in mind.
I still hope that you guys like this chapter, and for all you who don't like character death; Last Promises ends here!
For you who don't mind, this chapter is still important, because chapter 11 continues here.
Now, I will write a sequel to chapter 11, but if there is anyone who wants a sequel to this chapter, just tell me and I will do the best I can!

Thank you for sticking with me on this, I appreciate it!

~ Daphne.