Booth sat in his living room looking at his cell phone. He wanted to call her so bad. He wanted to explain what he felt. Show her he wasn't lying; that what he feels is true. But he knew that it was best to wait until she had thought things out. Somehow he knew not to pressure her. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of sirens. They sounded pretty close. Soon the red and blue lights of the ambulance interjected through his kitchen window from the street. He didn't think much of it. Probably an emergency call.
A knock shrieked through the silence of his apartment. For a moment he got excited and thought it was Bones, his Bones, but he knew that it wouldn't be her. As the knocking continued, he walked towards the door. Who could it be?
"How can I help you officer?" "Are you Seeley Booth?" the officer asked. "Yes, I'm FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. What can I help you with?" "There's been an accident out front. A woman was run down by a car…" Bones. "One of the neighbors told us that she is your girlfriend. That's why I came up here to notify you." "Where is she?" This is my entire fault. "The EMTs are loading her into the ambulance." Booth ran past the officer. He needed to get to her fast.
He arrived when the EMTs were loading her into the ambulance and hoped inside to go with her.
The ride in the ambulance felt like an eternity to him. It's my fault. One of the EMTs told Booth that she was in critical condition. He began to note the injuries to her body, primarily her head injury, but all Booth did was look at her. Hang on tight. You are going to be fine.
At the emergency care Booth was impatient. It had been an hour since they had taken Bones inside and they didn't tell him anything. He tried to calm himself down thinking of how he could be of help. He then realized that he hadn't called anyone to let them know about Bones. He took out his cell phone and dialed Angela's number. "What the hell Booth? It's past two…" Angela spoke half awake, half asleep. "Angela, Bones was run down by a car and I'm here in the emergency care and they won't tell me anything. She didn't look good. I don't know what to do…" With a full voice now Angela sat up in her bed, "What? Tell me what hospital you are in so that I can go."
After a half hour Angela strode in the hospital looking for Booth. She found him slumped in a chair. "What happened to Brennan?" Booth barely spoke the words, "She was run down by a car…" It's my fault. "You already told me that. But why? What was she doing that she got run down?" A worried expression was now on her face. "Apparently she ran out into the street and she didn't see that a car was approaching…" Tears rolled down his cheeks. Angela felt remorse for making him feel bad, "Hey, handsome, it's not your fault." "Yes it is, we had a sort of argument and she ran out of my apartment and I should have gone after her but I didn't and then…" "Hey, don't blame yourself. How could you have known this would have happened?" What were they doing in the middle of the night?
The doctor came out, "Are you relatives of the patient?" Without thinking Booth jumped and said, "She's my partner." "And I'm her sister." I had to lie, she knew it was the only way to get information. "Follow me into my office."
"Most of the injuries from her body are just scrapes and bruises…" the doctor began. " Thank God, no broken bones or anything. What a relief." said Booth. Angela's expression ratified his statement. "Please let me finish. Although her body is fine aside from bruises and scrapes, the seriousness of her injuries lies in her head. During the impact she sustained several injuries to her head…" oh god, both Booth and Angela thought. "How serious is it?" it was Angela who found the strength to ask. "We can not know for sure until the results of her analysis are back, but…" what? Booth shouted in his head. " I'm sorry to tell you this, but she has fallen in a deep comma." Noooo, Booth shouted once again in his head.