Title: Life Goes On
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wrote this awhile ago and I don't know why haven't posted it ... but here you go.
Chapter 10: Sea Foam Green
The sea foam green scrubs was starting to get on the special agents nerves.
The ambulance rushed an unconscious Temperance Brennan to the hospital and the wedding party had sat on the hard plastic chairs for over two hours after changing into the sea foam green scrubs that was given out of sympathy from the hospital.
Booth paced nervously in front of the entomologist who sat with his head in his hands. Angela sat across from the entomologist and next to Cam, looking at the latest issue of People Magazine, but was too distracted to read. The pathologist hung up her cell phone and sent a reassuring smile to Booth, who took a seat next to the young anthropologist after his third cycle of pacing the room.
Numerous people would walk past the small group, yet none had the information that was needed regarding the pregnant woman that had been rushed out of the wedding and into the hospital.
Booth checked his watch for what seemed to be the fifteenth time when a doctor clad in the same sea foam set of scrubs and a white examination jacket approached the group. "Mr. Booth?"
"Yes?" Booth asked jumping to his feet.
"I hear you are waiting for word on your friend, Temperance." He said with a friendly smile as the rest stood up to listen more fully. "She experienced the syncope from elevating blood pressure and stress."
"Is she going to be alright?" Asked Booth, nervously wringing his hands .
"Temperance is doing great, we have her on some very low dose anxiety medication and she is resting comfortably with no permanent damage." The doctor assured trying to look as friendly as he could as he read off the clipboard, decorated with cartoon stickers. "Syncope is common during pregnancy, but her blood pressure was way too high."
"What about the baby?" Asked Hodgins solemnly, from the left side of Booth. The moment Cam had rushed out of the chapel and said that she had collapsed the thought of Brennan's health nearly shadowed the health of the small being inside of her and his feelings towards his unborn child made him uneasy. Angela glared at him from the other side of Booth, but remained quiet.
"The baby is fine, though Temperance just entered her second trimester she is still at risk for a miscarriage so I'm placing Doctor Brennan on bed rest until she can get her blood pressure under control." He said, not knowing the hole he dug himself in to. "If you follow me, I will take you to see her."
Her room was at the end of the hallway and greeted them with a large oak door, the doctor motioned that this was the room and allowed them their privacy. Booth was first to enter, his large hand opened the door to see that his partner was lying on the bed, all the color drained from her face and her hair in a tangled fan on the pillow.
He was at her side in three large steps and sat on the edge of her bed. "Bones." He whispered and her eyes fluttered open. "Good morning sunshine."
"It's morning? I'm late for work." She said trying to sit up, only to be stopped by Booth gently pushing her back down to the bed.
"It's not morning, Bones. It's almost ten thirty at night." He said with a smile and running his hand through her hair. "Do you know where you are?"
She looked around and took in her surroundings, the white washed walls and the sterile smell was distinct and even though her mind was cloudy the pieces stood out. "A hospital?"
He nodded, brushing her bangs out of her stitches. "Do you know what happened?" He asked as she ran her hands across her face, she touched tape above her eyebrow suggesting that she had hit her head on something and received stitches for it, but drew a blank as to what had happened to her and she shook her head negatively. "You're blood pressure was too high and you went unconscious, you hit your head on the pew."
"Pew?" She repeated. She looked to Angela and Hodgins, who stood on opposite sides of the bed, before her eyes grew wide. "Oh no, your wedding?"
"It's alright, Sweetie, you didn't miss anything." Angela said feeling awkward around the woman and forcing herself to sound as normal as possible. "Things went awry and we couldn't get married today."
Hodgins scoffed quietly from behind Booth that Angela didn't hear. "I'm so sorry." Whispered Brennan closing her eyes and a lone tear escaped, trailing along her cheek.
"It's not your fault, Sweetie. When you get better we'll talk more." Angela said before standing up. "I'm going to go, I will be back tomorrow." She looked to Hodgins, who held a small glare on his normally optimistic face.
He brushed past Booth and pressed his lips to her forehead looked up; Angela reciprocated the glare before the two of them left.
"What about my baby?" She asked with her voice raised in octave.
"The baby is great, but the doctor is going to put you on bed rest until we get your blood pressure under control." He said quietly with a smile.
"Bed rest? I don't have time to be off for bed rest, I have to get a head start for when I leave more maternity leave. . ." She said sitting up, immediately regretting her decision as a wave of nausea rushed through her body.
"It will wait Bones, you need to take care of yourself and the little one growing inside of you." He answered as there was a tap on the door before it was opened.
"Good to see that you are awake, Temperance." It was the same doctor that Booth recognized from the hallway. "My name is Doctor Jerry Kennedy, how are you feeling?"
"I feel drowsy, I guess." She answered with a deep breath.
"The low dose of anxiety medication will have you drowsy for a couple of hours. I wanted to assure you that syncope is perfectly normal during pregnancy, but your blood pressure is getting to dangerous for yourself and the baby, the best course of action is just to rest and no strenuous activity for awhile. I trust you will monitor that. " He motioned to Booth.
"Of course, I will." Booth answered, smiling at the woman who shot him a glare.
As his instructions grew more detailed, her eyelids grew heavy and drifted off to sleep leaving Booth to listen with a small smile on his face, the medication was making her drift off. The doctor took his leave and Hodgins appeared in the doorway, his face grim. "What are you doing here, I thought you left." He whispered.
"Can I have a word with you?" He asked. Booth got to his feet following him into the hallway and Hodgins stood nervously in front of the taller man.
"What's going on?" Booth asked, trying to support his friend who was in as deep as his partner and then some on a different aspect.
Hodgins reached into his side bag and pulled out a manila folder and handed it to Booth, in it held a stack of papers. "I want you to adopt my child." He croaked, before clearing his throat. "I had my lawyer draw up the papers and it's pretty much cut and . . ."
"Woah, hold on a second."Booth said, taking a step back hold his hands up defensively.
"You don't want to adopt it?" Hodgins asked. "I want to know that Doctor Brennan and that baby is supported one hundred and ten percent . . ."
"It's not that I don't want to adopt it, I would do it in a heartbeat, but it's not my choice either. Just because you give up parental rights, doesn't mean you get control of what she does with your half." Booth argued firmly, "What you need to do is talk it over with her."
"You're not making this easy on me, man." Hodgins said running his hand through his curly locks. "I don't really want to give it up, you know."
Booth stared at the man, not knowing what to say. "You need to think this through carefully before you make any brash decisions that you regret." He said slowly.
"I have, it was the only chance I had with Angela and now I'm not sure that is even going to happen. She's already married." Hodgins said, sitting down on the floor with his back to the wall.
"Already married?" Booth asked, copying his move and sitting next to him.
"Yes, it's a long story." Hodgins said closing his eyes and his head against the wall. "I can't help but feel that I completely screwed up everything good in my life and taking everyone with me."
"We already concluded that, and now is the time that you fix it."Booth responded forcefully. "You're my friend and I care about you, but now we need to figure this out before it hurts Bones and the baby anymore."
Hodgins looked as his hands. "I don't know what to do."
Booth got to his feet, looking intimidating. "What you need to do is go home and think what you really want, stay away from alcohol and get some sleep. Tomorrow you go over the Angela's and figure out what both of you want, after that come talk to Bones."
Hodgins stood up. "When did you become so rational?" He asked with a slight chuckle.
"When you have the definition of rational as a partner, it tends to rub off a little." Booth answered and a giving him a shove towards the exit. "Now go."
"Are you staying here tonight?" Hodgins asked.
"Yes, she should be released early tomorrow."
"You'll call when she is released?" Hodgins asked with a small smile.
"Of course I will." He shut the door with a soft click of the latch before taking the empty seat next the bed and slowly drifted asleep.