Five days later, after putting the serial killer known as Thomas Cohen at been away again. It had also been five days since Sweets had been brought to the hospital who was still catatonic. The group had decided to spend time with him along with Lily just in case he woke up so that he wouldn't be alone. The first one up was Angela.
When the artist walked into the room, the first thing she took note of was that Sweets' birth mother hummed him.

"You should hear him play the piano," Anglea mentioned well; she walked into the room and took a seat next to Lily.

"What?" Lily asked, looking up, "oh, Hello, Mrs. Montenergo."

"Please call me Angela," The artist requested. It always sounds weird to her when people called her Mrs. Montenegro. "Sweets is pretty talented when it comes to playing the piano."

Lily looked down at her son and smiled. "That's really nice to hear."

"When Luka…" Lily begins telling a story before stopping to correct herself self "I mean Lance, sorry I'm still not completely used to calling him by the name Lance" Lily apologized
"It's okay. I mean, no one at work ever calls him anything but Sweets'Angela reassured sweets birth mother.

"When he was a toddler before I had to leave in the house I this old music box's that that my Grandmother gave before she passed, it was probably Lance favourite thing for whatever reason it was the only thing that would get him to stop crying when he was a baby," Lily said.

Angela listen carefully as Lily told her story. "What were Sweets like as a baby," Angela asked about her friend who was still sitting on the bed with that far away look in his eye.

For a second, Lily got the same faraway look in her eye before coming back to reality. "Um, well, he was a bit difficult as a baby having heart problems, and since they were twins, lance and Rosie were pretty used to sleeping together; after Rosie Died, it was nearly next to impossible to get Lance to sleep."

"I hope you don't me ask, but you have a photo of Sweets and his sister as a baby," Anglea asked.

Lily paused for a second before reaching into her purse before grabbing a photo out of her wallet. "Here you go," Lily said, handing the photo.
Angela looked down at the photo. Like most people with Twins, the two Babies wore similar onesie but different colours; the artist assumed that the babywearing Blue was Sweets while the baby in pink was his sister.

"Thank you, I have to get back to work," Anglea said before leaving.

It was the Seventh-day after Sweets at been brought to the hospital. The Booth Brennan family were in their kitchen discussing their day plan.

"Mommy, can I come with you to visit uncle Sweets," Christine asked, overhearing her Parents discussed visiting Sweets in the Hospital.

"That's not really a good idea," Brennan replied to her daughter's request.

"Well, why not," the toddler asked.

"Your Uncle Sweets got hurt really bad and are in the hospital," Booth answered this time.

"How did he get hurt," Christine asked. "Did he trip and fall again."

"No, Sweetheart," Brennan replied, "Do you remember how we explained to you that Sweets is adopted," Brennan asked.

"You said Birth parents like you and Daddy are mine couldn't take care of him, so a nice older couple becomes his parents," Christine replied.

"That right, You Sweets birth Dad was a really bad man, and he tried to take Sweets faraway, and Sweets didn't want to go with him, but the man tried to force it on Sweets which cause Your uncle to get hurt" Brennan explained.

"Did you and Daddy catch the bad man who thinks he Uncle Sweets Daddy" Christine asked?

"Yes, we did," Brennan answered.

"I think it should be my turn to visit sweets in the hospital today anyways," Booth said. He was a coward for not visiting his friends.

When Booth made his way into Sweets Hospital room, he notices that Lily wasn't there. After asking the nurse, they explained that she had gone to the bathroom and returned soon.

"Hi Sweets," Booth said, sitting down beside the bedside. "I'm so sorry for what happen to you."

"But you know for a so-called Genius you really stupid sometimes," Booth said; the agent paused for a second, not really knowing what to say.

"You always talk about how we need to deal without emotion, but the second your own emotion becomes too big, you run away and go into hiding." Booth was starting to get angry. "I've told you so much about what my own father was like, and you only mention that bare minimum about your Dad. It was have been really nice to know your dad was a serial killer."

Booth took a deep breath. "But I get Maybe you were scared, none of us ever really get you a chance to talk about how you really feel about things, and for that, I'm sorry," Booth finished getting what he needs to say.

Booth looked down in his hand. It was quiet for a few seconds.

"I'm not mad at you, Agent Booth," a voice spoke up.
Booth looked up to sweet sitting up in the hospital bed, for the first time looking fully aware of what was happening.