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Much to Brennan's concern, dinner had been eaten mostly in silence. Booth, preoccupied with the pain in his arm, constantly placed his fork down and rubbed his upper right arm or his fingers on his right hand. Brennan worried that something was wrong, finally stood up from the table and stood over Booth.
Startled, Booth looked up at Brennan with a pained expression and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Her gaze moving towards his fingers, Brennan advised him, "Booth, maybe we should call your physician about your arm. You're obviously in pain."
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth tried to assure her, "Nah, I'm fine."
Brennan heard the strain in his voice and worried that Booth was trying to ignore something he shouldn't. "I don't think you're fine at all. It's possible the re-alignment of the fracture is not ideal. The only way we can know that for certain is for you to have an x-ray done of the ulna. Pain is meant to give our bodies a warning that something is wrong. We should never ignore it, Booth. This is your right arm and if you don't want to lose mobility, then I suggest you listen to me."
Paling at the thought of his right hand becoming usless to him, Booth felt his mouth suddenly turn dry. "Lose mobility?"
Certain he was now listening to her, Brennan pleaded with him. "Please Booth. We can drive over to Emergency and have them look at your arm. I don't feel comfortable letting you suffer when it isn't necessary."
His worry spiking, Booth conceeded that she might be right. "Ok, if you think we should. You're the bones expert."
Relieved, Brennan remarked, "Yes, I am."
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After x-rays had been taken, it was determined that the cast was pressing on a nerve and the cast would have to be replaced. Once the cast had been removed, Booth had felt almost instant relief. He was still in pain, but at least it wasn't all he could think about. After a new cast had been molded around his arm, he had been released with a new prescription for pain relief. Brennan had been very careful to instruct the physician on Booth's sensitivity to pain killers.
Filling the prescription on the way home, Booth had stayed in the truck with Christine while Brennan had waited in the pharmacy for the prescription. Christine had slept the entire time while Booth sat in the truck watching her sleep. He loved to see his daughter sleeping. He thought it was the most restful thing he'd ever seen.
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Brennan, wiser about Booth's reaction to pain medicine, waited until they returned home before she gave it to him. Booth, holding the pill in his hand, turned to Brennan and asked her, "This isn't going to make me nuts is it?"
Her own fears carefully hidden, Brennan shook her head. "This is a new drug, so of course we don't know how you will react to it. Maybe it would be better if you lie down on our bed before you take it. I will remain by your side and monitor your condition."
Worried, Booth warily looked at the pill and then back at Brennan. "You're worried, I can tell. If you're worried about what it can do to me, then maybe I shouldn't take it. I . . ."
Concerned about the pain he was in, Brennan exclaimed, "Booth, you're in pain. I can see it in your face. I really think you need to at least try this medicine. If it turns out to be a problem then you won't have to take anymore. Just . . . just take the pill."
Standing up from the couch, Booth walked towards the staircase paused and turned to talk to Brennan. "Yeah . . .Well . . . as long as I don't turn into Jack what's his name and start chasing you around the house with an ax . . . I guess it's okay."
Following Booth up the stairs, Brennan tried to think of a case in their past where a murderer had chased a victim with an ax. Unable to think of one, Brennan commented, "I don't know what that means, Booth."
Booth sighed, "Yeah, I know."
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Sitting on the edge of the bed, Booth swallowed his pill and chased it down with the glass of water that Brennan had handed to him. Kicking off his shoes, he lay down and waited to see what would happen. Brennan, anxious for his well being, walked down the hallway to check on Christine and then came back into their bedroom to find Booth staring at the ceiling.
Watching him a little warily, Brennan collected a t-shirt, running shorts and panties and informed Booth, "I'm going to take a shower. I won't be long."
Scratching his upper arm, Booth continued to stare at the ceiling above him. "Have fun."
Brennan walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Booth, exhausted and feeling a little strange, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Brennan had been asleep for about two hours when she woke up with a start. Realizing that she was in the bed by herself, she rolled out of bed and checked the bathroom. Not finding Booth, she walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway to their daughter's bedroom. Still not finding Booth, Brennan searched the two guest bedrooms and the hallway bathroom. Trying not to worry, Brennan walked downstairs and searched the bottom floor rooms. Still not finding Booth, Brennan started to feel a sense of panic.
Opening the front door, Brennan stepped outside and saw that the truck and car were in the driveway and Booth wasn't in the front yard. Moving quickly through the house, Brennan stepped out into the backyard and looked around. Relieved to find him there, Brennan walked over to the cherry tree, located near the backside of the house and sat down next to Booth.
Reaching out her hand, Brennan touched Booth's hand and asked him, "Booth, are you alright?"
Startled, Booth flinched away from her touch and cried out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Even though the sun was down, the faint light from their neighbor's porch light allowed her to see Booth's glassy eyes which were locked onto her. "I don't understand, Booth. What didn't you mean?"
Pulling further back from Brennan's touch, Booth babbled, "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Please, don't hit me. I didn't mean it."
Paling at his response, Brennan moved a little way from Booth and crooned to him. "It's alright, Booth. I know you didn't mean it. It's alright. I think you're sleepwalking or having a bad reaction to the pain medication you took."
Staring at Brennan with fear on his face, Booth repeated, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
She knew Booth was trapped in a bad dream, so wisely chose not to move closer to him or touch him. Licking her lips nvervously, Brennan spoke softly. "Booth, It's alright. I know you didn't mean it. No one is angry with you. It's okay."
Staring at the ground, Booth cautiously whispered, "Are you sure?"
Smiling encouragement, Brennan assured him, "Yes, I'm sure. Would you like to come into the house? You should go back to bed."
He knew he could trust her, so Booth stood up and swaying a little, walked around Brennan and ambled towards the back door. Not sure if he really knew who she was, Booth looked back at Brennan and gave her a timid smile. With her encouragment, he entered the house and made his way to the staircase.
Brennan following behind Booth, cursed the pharmaceutical manufacturers for putting out pain killers that seem to have side effects every time Booth took them. She hoped when he woke up, he would be rational and wouldn't remember this incident. The last thing she wanted for him was to be embarrassed about things he had said while he was drugged.
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My mother reacts to a certain pain medicine just like this. It's very scary and oh so creepy. It makes her relive childhood events.
A/N: When Booth was talking to Brennan about the ax, he was referring to Jack Nicholson in the movie "The Shining" which I don't own.
