Ok, so i got over 10 reviews - thanks guys - and a lot of them said not to kill Booth. One of my friends suggested it to make it an 'angst' story,(But she's never see bones so i dont listen to her on her opinion on this), and i knew you readers would kill me if i killed booth. But please tell me your opinion or ideas of what should happen int he rest of the story.

Thanks again for all the reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I own the nurse though! P.s. her name is.....uh......umm......Lily!

Booth's face swam in her vision. He brought his hand up to her cheek, stroking it. He whispered the words "I love you", and she knew he meant it. His hand felt soft on her face. He smiled.

"Booth" she murmured.

Booth. His face blurred, instead replaced by a faceless man wearing a black balaclava.

"Booth!" Brennan said in surprise. She sat up quickly. Her head spun, but she swam through the pain, resisting the urge to lie back down again. She looked around, and saw she was in a hospital. She looked down, and saw she was wearing standard-issue hospital clothing.

Shapeless robe.

Brennan pulled at it, concerned with the itchy scratching.

The she remembered.

Booth!

Without thinking, Brennan swivelled her legs around the side of the bed. Her bare feet hit the cold floor. She didn't care, just ran out of the room, and then quickly looked around. She was in the hallway of the standard Virginia Hospital. She had been here many times before – for either herself, Booth or a case. She knew her way around here with her eyes closed.

If she knew where she were headed.

Seeing the reception desk, Brennan ran over to it. The receptionist looked shocked to see a patient out of bed, but Brennan ignored the expression of shock.

"I'm looking for Seeley Booth."

"But, miss-"

"Please! Just hurry."

Giving her a disapproving look, the receptionist typed in the name on the computer."D5, second-"

But Brennan was already off, nearly running, dodging patients, visitors and doctors in her hurry. She didn't care; she just wanted to see Booth, to make sure he was alive....

She reached the elevator, and then thumped the button multiple times. She glanced frantically at her watch, though she knew it wouldn't do much good. At last the door buzzed open, and she threw herself in. Luckily there were no other occupants. She jammed her thumb on the door close button. It made a slight sound, and then slid shut. Standard elevator music whirred, getting to Brennan's head. She felt like shooting the speakers that it came from. If she had a gun.

Finally the door opened, and she was running again.

D13. D11. D9. D7. D5.

She smashed the door open.

Booth was right – it did hurt your shoulder.

A nurse looked up from her clipboard, alarmed, and tried to protest.

"I'm his partner" was all Brennan said, and then went straight to his side. He was on his back. His chest wasn't moving. Brennan stared at it.

It rose.

She sighed with relief. She felt like fainting again, this time in happiness and joy. She looked at the heart monitor. It was slower then normal, but the beeping was constant. She nearly hugged him, but for the fact he was covered in cords.

He looked a mess. He had scratches on his face and a large scar on his forehead from when he had been hit, when, the night before? Brennan had no idea of time.

Finally she remembered the nurse. "How is he?"

The nurse sighed. Brennan knew she was about to deliver bad news. She was close to scared. The nurse's face was serious, yet kind, and her eyes looked understanding of Brennan's pain.

"He has....multiple fractures, the distal radius, the left tibia – that's the -"

"I know what they are. I'm a forensic anthropologist."

"Oh. Where was he, in some kind of fight?"

"Kidnapped. We both were. In my apartment, someone knocked us out, and tied us up. Booth tried to save me, and was....shot." She felt tears well in her eyes. "But he's alive? He'll heal. He'll be fine, won't he?"

The nurse looked awkward, like she really didn't want to deliver the news. "Well, er, that's the bad part."

Brennan felt really scared now.

"He's alive, but he's in a coma. We've recovered the bullet, and thankfully he didn't die. You stopped the bleeding, I guess. Lucky you were there, and knew what you were doing, otherwise...."

Brennan felt a slight hint of thankfulness. So she hadn't been completely useless.

"...His condition is quite serious. This next week is crucial. He may have lost too much blood, though we're trying to pump it back in, and the blow to the head made a slight crack on his skull, though at the moment it's not serious. He may turn out fine, but as I said, this week is crucial. Any miner problem could turn to brain damage, internal bleeding, heart failure, anything. He still may die, though we're doing everything we can." She reached out and squeezed Brennan's hand. She felt a connection, and knew that this nurse actually felt sympathetic, and really meant what she said. Brennan was glad for the comfort. "We're going to have to do many tests, all fragile, and blood samples, and if he survives this week, a few operations. It's going to cost a lot."

"I'll handle that. I'm an author."

"Really? What did you say your name was?" The nurse sounded falsely cheerful, as though trying to lead the topic away from Booth.

"Temperance Brennan."

"Oh my gosh. I absolutely love your books! I have all of them. If I bring one in tomorrow, will you sign it for me?"

"Sure." Brennan knew what she was doing, and was trying to avoid it. She just really wanted some time with Booth.

The nurse saw pain in her eyes. "Did you say he was your boyfriend?"

"Partner. We work cases together. He's in the FBI." Brennan turned back to him. "He was so sweet. He's risked his life many times for me, and I never appreciated it, and always told him it wasn't good enough."

"This is not your fault."

"Yes, it is. He was shot trying to rescue me. He returned me to my house, where we were taken. He didn't have to stay with me, but he did." She was silent. Her tears blurred her vision. She reached out and stroked his cheek. The stubble brushed under her hand. The nurse turned silently into the corner, looking as though to get another sheet of paper, but Brennan knew it was to give them privacy. She was grateful.

"You will survive, Booth. You survived a bullet longer then most other people wouldn't. I know you can survive this. I believe in you. Please."

She knew it was pointless. But she felt reassured talking to him. She really believed in him. She knew he could make it. He had been blown up, bashed, shot at, shot, and tortured before. He could survive this.

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. The nurse stood quietly. Brennan turned to her.

"Please, look after him. I should....probably be going back to my room. The doctors didn't look happy when I left." Her voice cracked. She took a deep breath.

The nurse nodded. "I'll do what I can, but it's only so much. The rest is his will power."

Brennan nodded, and then slowly turned away, walking hesitantly back down to her room, via the stairs to give her time to think, and back to her room to face the furious doctors.

So as i said, the rest of the story really depends on how you readers want it to go. Please review again - i want as many as last time as they help finalize what will happen in the next chapter and the rest of the story.

Thanx for reading!!!