Seeley Booth came running through the doors of Memorial Hospital. "Where is Temperance Brennan? She was just brought in from a car accident," he demanded of the front desk.
"Trama is down that hall," she replied, indicating to his left. Booth took off in that direction.
"Sir, you can't come in here," a nurse protested as he shoved his badge in her face. Seeing Brennan through the open door, he pushed his way in, demanding details from the doctor.
"She's hit her head. We don't know the extent of the damage."
"What are we talking here? Concussion? Cracked skull?"
"I don't know, sir. I need you to get out so I can do my job."
Booth angrily left the room, whipping out his cell phone and dialing Cam.
"Booth, it's five a.m."
"Bones was in a car accident. She hit her head. No one will tell me anything. How serious is it?"
"What does her head look like?"
"Bloodied up all over the left side. She's out cold. It's been a while since I got the call."
"You know what, Booth, I'm on my way."
"No, Cam, don't come down. Just tell me how bad it is."
"Seeley, I'm coming. It'll be okay. I'm sure Dr. Brennan will be awake in no time, complaining that the doctors aren't properly examining her skull."
Booth hung up the phone, heading back to the trauma room. Not much had changed. He started quickly pacing, his body wroght with tension.
