"How are you feeling now that Dr. Brennan is gone?" Sweets asked when Booth stormed into his office the next day. It was clear he wasn't doing well at all, but Sweets felt it was more important that Booth admit it.

"I'm fine," he said shortly. The look on his face made it clear that this was not a line of discussion he was interested in pursuing.

"You and Dr. Brennan have been working together a long time," Sweets continued as if Booth hadn't spoken. "If you want to talk about how your role has changed now that she is gone, I'm here."

"I don't," Booth answered shortly. He opened his mouth to tell Sweets what he did want when the room shifted around him. Booth was certain he was still standing, but he felt as if the floor beneath his feet disappeared.

Suddenly, there were trees in front of his eyes. When did trees start growing in the office? And why were they upside down and then right side up again?

He reached out to the chair next to him to steady himself, but the unsettling sensations continued. He wondered briefly if his emotional distress was causing him to hallucinate. Even while he was thinking it, the trees and now the sky continued to spin in front of his eyes.

"Agent Booth," Sweets said. "Are you okay?"

Booth tried to nod, but was forced to clench his jaw tight when pain shot from his ankle to hip. No longer able to stand he sank to the floor next to the chair and tried to hold on to his breakfast.