It had been awhile. Booth'd given up the pacing, and was now sitting in a waiting room chair, staring directly at the wall as if he could see through it to Brennan. Booth's cell phone rang.
"Sir, you can't have cell phones in here," protested a nurse. Booth didn't even hear her.
"Booth."
"Booth, it's Angela. Cam called me. What happened?" Angela demanded.
"Bones got in a car crash. I'm at the hospital."
"I know. I'm on my way now. How is she doing?"
"I don't know. They won't let me in, and they won't tell me anything."
"Well, what kind of impact was it?"
"SUV hit the right side of her car. She slammed her head on the window."
At that moment, Angela hung up as she was entering the hospital doors. She ran to Booth and hugged him.
"Shh, Ange, it'll be alright," he soothed, instinctually protecting the woman in his arms.
"I know. I'm just worried about Bren."
"She'll be fine. No one has more fire than Bones." Booth gave her an odd look, and then took back his seat.
"Booth, are you alright? I know you're worried about Bren, but I'm overreacting. I just get a little shook up when someone I love is in trouble."
"I know what you mean."
Just then, a nurse came into the waiting room.
"Mr. Booth, you can come see Temperance, now."
Booth and Angela eagerly stood up and strode behind the nurse.
"She's not awake yet, but you can come and sit with her."
"What's wrong with her?" Angela demanded.
"She cracked her skull open. There'll be some bruising and swelling, but really, I think she was very lucky."
Angela and Booth pulled some chairs to Brennan's bedside and sat, both staring at her face as though willpower alone was enough to wake her. Booth grabbed her IV-free hand and held it in both of his.
"Bones, can you hear me? Wake up."
"I'm here too, sweetie."
They both just sat there, waiting and watching.
