Angela fought the urge to squeal and simply said:
"I'm glad she finally admitted it."
Booth smiled at her, but it was nothing like his famous charm smiles.
The smile didn't reach his eyes, who were gleaming with unshed tears.
Angela knew exactly how Booth felt and she pulled him back into a hug.
They sat like that taking comfort in each others embrace.
"Uh hum."
Angela turned around, not letting go of Booth and saw the doctor standing there.
It was the same doctor that had treated her when Booth had brought her in after the rape.
"Agent Booth, a word."
The doctor obviously has bad news.
Booth quickly hugged Angela and whispered:
"I'll be right back, okay Ange?"
She nodded.
Booth followed the doctor to his office.
Booths mind was racing a mile a minute.
She can't be dead.
If she was, he would've told us by now.
But what is wrong then?
Because something definitely is.
Booth sat down in the chair, facing the doctor.
"What is wrong doctor?"
The doctor took a deep breath and spoke:
"Dr. Brennans body temperature was very low, we are currently in the process of returning it to normal values."
"She also suffered blood loss, which only added to the hypothermia."
"But worse than that is the fact that she is retreating, once again."
"She has been refusing to eat or drink anything."
"Normally we don't allow family members or "partners" in, but I'm going make an exception for you Agent Booth."
"Because, to be totally honest with you, if she doesn't eat or drink something soon, she might not make it."
Booth just sat there.
Unable to reply, with the doctors last words, constantly repeating in his head:
She might not make it.
The doctor allowed Booth a few moments to pull himself together before he spoke up again:
"Agent Booth, will you do it?"
Not trusting his voice, Seeley simply nodded.
"Good, you can come with me."
A few minutes later, Booth and the doctor were standing outside her hospital room.
"Agent Booth, there is a bowl of broth on the table. Try to get her to eat as much of it as possible."
The older man placed his hand on Booths shoulder and said:
"Good luck."
Booth simply nodded.
Thank you, I'm going to need it!
Booth closed his eyes, said a quick prayer, asking for strength for the both of them, and slowly turned the door knob.
She was lying in the hospital bed, eyes closed.
He walked over to her and sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, next to her bed, ready to wait until she would wake up.
Temperance was wide awake.
She was well aware of the fact that someone had just entered the room.
God, I hope it's not Booth.
I really don't want to see him right now.
I don't want to see anyone.
I don't want anyone to see me like this.
To see me so weak.
But deep in her heart, she knew it was Booth.
Deep in her heart, she even realized that she needed him to recover from this.
But she wasn't ready to acknowledge that fact just yet.
"Get out."
Her voice was so soft that he thought that he was sure that he heard wrong.
"Bones. what..."
But saying that word was like pouring oil on fire.
She shot up in her hospital bed, ripping the IV line out of her arm and yelled:
"OUT! GET! OUT! NOW!"
Alarmed by the sudden screams, the doctor and a nurse stormed into the room, to find a very angry Temperance Brennan and a very shocked Agent Booth.
The nurse quickly tended to the self inflicted wound of ripping the IV out, while the doctor turned to Booth and hissed:
Agent Booth, my office, NOW!
Booth hesitantly left the room and followed the doctor.
They entered the office and both men sat down.
The doctor ran his hands through his hair.
"Needless to say that whatever happened in there, Agent Booth, can not happen again."
"Now, I don't know what happened to her, since she walked out of here. But I need to know in order to help her."
"So start spilling."
And Booth did.
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