Disclaimer: It's beginning to be said to boredom but here it goes again "I don't own Bones or its characters"
Chapter 6.
"What is it?" she asked.
He didn't answer and pulled up the arm of his sweater. There were two small puncturemarks and they saw a rattlesnake slither away from their bedplace.
"Oh Booth" she said and clasped her mouth with her hand.
"Great, now what?" he said.
"You have to do something about it. Don't you have a belt or something to tighten around your arm?" Brennan asked.
"Yeah, but it will be too long to civilization, I will probably loose my arm until we get back, and then I can't carry you."
"I don't need you to carry me" she said defensively out of instinct but then she saw the look Booth gave her and kept quiet.
"Besides" he continued "I've heard you're not supposed to apply a tourniquet on snakebites 'cause it can cause a gangrene."
"Yeah, but we're far from hospitals and we don't have a phone with us."
"Honey, you're suppose to comfort me and keep me calm" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
'Oh no' he thought. 'I said honey.'
She gave him a look and then she took his knife and put it next to her while she started a fire. When the fire was burning, she put the knife in the embers and put a canteen of water over the fire. She knew what se had to do even though you're not supposed to do it. But they had no other choice right now. It was still a long way to go, no phone (which was very irresponsible of Angela she thought) and nowhere near a hospital or healthcenter.
He didn't dare to look at her anymore. He had let the cat out of the bag and now he had to pay for it he thought.
She however chose to ignore it. She probably thought it came from him being scared.
The fire burned with a steady flame and after a while the knifeblade was scalding hot and she took it out of the fire together with the water that now was a bit warm. It was boiling or hot, but just the right temperature.
"Are you ready?" she said after placing herself next to his arm holding it in her hand.
He nodded and took one of the backpacks straps and placed it in his mouth to bite down on and then braced himself from the pain.
She carefully searched out the area to cut out the poison, and she had to do it quick so it wouldn't spread anymore than it already had.
Booth started to feel nausious and dizzy. He was starting to see things fuzzy and blinked with his eyes while he bit down on the strap. Suddenly his head fell down and he was unconscious.
"Booth?" she said with a voice full of fear.
No answer and now she looked really worried. She did what she had to do, she cut the wound and then sucked as much poison out as she could, praying she didn't have any cavaties, and then clamped the arm with her belt to stop the bloodflow and then she washed the wound with the water and put a bandage over it.
She then did something she didn't think she would do. She sat behind him and placed his back and head in her lap, placing her arms around his head and started to cry a little.
"Booth, don't go. Don't leave me. I can't manage this trip back by myself. I need you here with me." Then she said with a slight tremble in her voice: "I need you here with me forever. I need you to be in my life. I want you. I want you to be in my life. Never leave me. Please. I love you."
Her tears started to flow more uncontrolable now and she just let go. She sobbed heavily and let it all out. She had held it in for so long and she was tired of it. She was tired of being the hard, strong, independent woman she had been for so many years. Now she decided that she was going to take a chance and let this wonderful, often overprotective, handsome guy know how she felt about him. The only thing keeping her from doing so is the fact that he now was unconscious.
'It's strange' she thought 'what has to happen before someone explain to another person how much he or she means to them. Well not anymore, from now on she was going to tell people what they meant to her. Starting with Booth, when he wakes up. If he wakes up.'
She sat there for hours, cradled his body while the fire burned. The dark came and she realized that she had to see to that she had firewood enough for the night. Booth was still unconscious. Luckily his heartrate was normal. She put her hand over his heart every now and then to feel it beat. Everytime she was relieved to feel it beat normally. Finally she got up and put his head down gently, using the backpack as a pillow before putting her jacket over him as a quilt. She tucked it gently beneath his chin and pressed the edges down under him. Then she limped away to gather firewood. The fire had nearly burned out. Suddenly she heard the breaking of a twig and she spun around several times to see what it was. She rushed back to Booth and gently pulled out the gun from the backpack underneath Booth's head, and loaded it with a couple of bullets. Then she took his knife. She was ready for whatever it was that was out there. She put every piece of wood she had collected on the fire and made it burn again, bigger and brighter. Then she sat down in the same spot she had before, behind Booth with his back and head in her lap slowly cradling him. She stayed there the entire night.
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A/N Sorry if it's a bit to much of the romantic stuff or is it to little? R&R and let me know. Can't help that I'm a sucker for romance.