A/N: Yes, well here is something I'm sure you've all been waiting for… =D
Her eyes fleeted across the ceiling, as she took in her surroundings. The smell was intoxicating, like chemicals… hospital chemicals. Was she in a hospital?
She managed to groan softly.
"Sweetie…" it was Angela's voice, soothing and hopeful.
Brennan groaned again. She attempted to speak, but found that her throat was closed.
Angela's face leaned over her, so that Brennan could see her clearly. She looked tired, and worried, but her tone had masked it well.
"Welcome back," she smiled. "How do you feel? Can you talk?"
Brennan tried, but again, all that seemed to come out was a groan.
"I'm going to call the nurse…" Angela informed her. She squeezed Brennan's hand and exited the hospital room, leaving Brennan alone to stare at the ceiling. She forced herself to turn her head, and with great effort, it worked. Little by little, starting from her toe, she tried to move every muscle and little by little it happened as she ordered her brain and her muscles to cooperate.
The nurse entered.
"Well hello, to you," the woman smiled. Brennan only stared at her, as the nurse went about checking her vital signs and taking her blood pressure. "Do you know where you are?"
"Yes," Brennan answered softly.
"Good," the nurse smiled widely. "I am sure your friend will be pleased to know you've woken up. Do you remember what happened?"
Brennan closed her eyes trying to bring a mental picture to her mind. Nothing came. She opened her eyes and shook her head. The only recall she had was of being somewhere in the Maluku Islands. "No."
"That's alright, love. You might remember in time."
"Maluku hospital…" she whispered.
"No, love, you're back in D.C."
Brennan frowned. "Booth."
"Your friend?"
Brennan nodded softly.
The nurse seemed to hesitate. "He was here earlier, but I'm afraid he… he's not here now."
"Ange-"
"Of course. I'll send her right in."
Brennan didn't like the way the nurse had spoken when she had spoken about her partner. Had something happened to Booth? Had he been killed? A sickening feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Damn Booth and his gut feelings. She never had them before he came along. She didn't like the feeling. It scared her.
A moment later Angela appeared by her side.
"Hey sweetie," she leaned over and hugged her gently.
"Where's Booth?"
Angela gave her a weak smile and patted her shoulder. Something was wrong. "He's detained," she replied.
Brennan's eyes widened. "Why?"
"He left his post to come here, to be with you. He didn't leave your side for nearly 3 days. He flew to the Maluku Islands to be with you, and then to D.C as fast as he could. The lengths he went to… Bren, you would have been proud."
"Why did he leave his post?" she shook her head gently. It hurt to move.
"To be with you, here… sweetie, do you remember what happened?"
"No," she answered.
"Apparently you fell into a pot hole in the middle of the desert and you smashed your head on the ground, you were unconscious for days…" she explained.
"I was?"
"Yes. You gave us all a scare, sweetie. Booth too,"
"I want to see him," she said.
Angela shook her head. "The only way that will happen is when you are able to get out of this bed."
Brennan pulled back to sheets and swung her legs over the side.
"SWEETIE, NO!" Angela snapped. "Don't even think about it?"
"I have to see him, Ange."
"I know…" she nodded. "But you just woke up. Your body can't adjust to this right now, take it slow. I'll take you there. I promise."
"I want to see him now!" she demanded.
"Soon," Angela promised.
Brennan shot her a look of disapproval, and reluctantly got back into bed, leaning her head against the pillow. It hurt.
"What's going on?" the nurse insisted barging into the room.
"Nothing," Angela assured her. "Everything's fine."
"I think she needs to rest. You can come back later!"
Angela nodded and looked down at her friend. "I'll see you in a little while," she said squeezing her hand gently. "Be good for the nurse and they just might let you out…" she winked.
Brennan nodded.
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