Update 11- So He Took Her Home

Silence filled the room, her body surrounded in a cocoon of blankets and she felt absolutely intoxicated by the scent that surrounded her. She took a deep, satisfying breath, her lungs expanding to their limits, where she held it there for a moment, unwilling to allow the smile on her face disappear just yet. There were pillows surrounding her, blankets piled over her body, and the t-shirt she was wearing tickled the bare skin beneath it.

She attempted to roll to her side, her right foot making contact with the left, and even with the massive bandages that had been put on them, she felt the intense pain shoot up her leg. She tried to stifle her cry, to no avail. Tears flooded her eyes as her mouth emitted a shout that arguably could have woken the dead. The pain was excruciating and she found herself gasping to try to control the pain, to control the shots of pain shooting up her leg. There was a moment that she thought she was alone, but before the howl of pain had completed, there was someone on the bed with her, pulling her to their chest, holding her, soothing her, telling her that everything would be okay.

Would it be okay?

Holding her, rocking her, kissing her head, she became even more aware of the scent that was invading her senses, and her breathing slowed, the small gasps were deepening, and the sobbing whimpers came to a slow end. She could see that the sun was peeking through the edges of the curtains, closed and masked from the room so that she could get rest, something she rarely did during the night, let alone the daytime. Her pain medication had obviously worn off, and she figured this out for two reasons. One was that she was awake, and the second was that she was in intense pain. Of course the pain had only been caused by herself, so had the source of this pain… from running… running from the thought that what was happening between she and this man who was holding her could never happen. Her breathing was calming from the short gasps of air.

"It's okay…" He whispered tenderly. "It's okay… tell me what happened. Did you hit your foot?" He whispered, feeling her nod against his chest, she seemed to be unable to speak just yet, her body and mind recovering from the intense pain. "It's alright… just ride it out… just ride it out, Bones…" He whispered.

"I hate this." She growled into his chest, her nose pressed against his t-shirt as she gripped him tightly. She pulled herself into him harder. "I hate this so much." She whimpered.

"I know." He whispered.

She wanted to tell him that he didn't know.

"Remember when I shot that ice cream truck?" He whispered, rocking her gently in his arms. "That is a perfect example of me losing control… a momentary lapse of sanity." He whispered.

She was silent in his arms, he realized, her sniffles slow as he rocked her carefully. He could tell that the pain was subsiding, and he decided to just keep talking. "Yeah… no one was hurt physically… but you know, that was kind of the start of a little bit of a downward slide for me… you know… after the Epps thing… and the Sully thing… and then the Sully leaving thing…" He trailed off when he heard her mumble something into his chest, he paused. "What was that, Bones?" He whispered.

She lifted her face to look into his eyes, her cheeks were bright red from the pain, her eyes watery and light. His eyes reflected curiosity as she opened her mouth slightly, her lower lip sliding between her teeth as he watched her expectantly, a supportive smile on his lips. "I said… that I stayed because of you." She whispered. She could see the surprise in his eyes, and he wanted to speak, but there were no words. "I had made a promise to you… that I would help you catch these people." She whispered. "You shoot 'em, I cuff 'em." She said with a bit of a smile on her lips. "He was trying to escape his life, he could never make a decision or stay with one thing. You… you're steady, you're strong… you are my constant… and maybe there was a split second on that dock where I thought that I should have been on that boat with him… but the moment that I turned around and saw you standing there… I knew that I had made the right decision." She whispered.

"I am glad you didn't leave." He whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

"I am glad I didn't leave." She whispered.

He carefully pulled her to him as he leaned her back into the pillows slowly, and moved down so that he could face her. "You alright?" He whispered. "I'd give you another pain pill, but we have to get to the hospital sometime this afternoon." He listened to her groan as she closed her eyes tightly an clenched her teeth. "Oh, stop the pouty face…" He whispered as he ran his finger over her cheek, watching her eyes open slowly. "You promised you'd go to the hospital with me… you promised, and I've been able to keep the vultures at bay with their questions and concerns."

"I don't know what that means." She whispered.

"It means if I tell Angela… one more time… that you're sleeping… she's going to find me and kill me, and figure out a really good way to dispose of my body so that no one ever finds my it." He replied.

"That's ridiculous." She said sleepily, yawning as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "There's no way that Angela could do it alone, she'd need Hodgins to help." She mumbled, smiling just a bit before closing her eyes again. "How did you get me up here?" She whispered.

"I carried you." He whispered.

"You carried me from the car, up the stairs to the bed?"

"You were so out of it." He shook his head.

"Mmm… what time is it?" She whispered.

"It's a little after noon." He whispered. "Let's get you dressed… and to the hospital."

"Do I have to get dressed?" She mumbled.

"As breathtakingly beautiful as you are in my t-shirt… and little else…" He whispered, watching her cheeks turn pink as she watched him. "I think your own clothes would be the best option. Angela dropped some off." He whispered. "The bag is on the other side of the bed. Do you…?"

"I will call you if I need help." She whispered.

"Don't fall back asleep." He whispered. "I'll be checking on you", leaning over to kiss her forehead again.

"Thank you." She whispered, allowing a tear or two to appear in her eye. "Thank you." She whispered again, taking another kiss on the cheek to erase her tear, before he rolled from the bed and quietly disappeared from the room.