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Chapter 4

"Room 113, Ward 5 East. Take those lifts and go straight to your right," the nurse at reception had said. Booth and Angela followed her instructions, hurrying down white corridors, dodging people who were walking at a more leisurely pace.

Finally they found the room, but their entrance was restricted by the copious amount of nurses and doctors in the room. One of the nurses spotted them and came outside.

"You are relatives? The ones who came to the crash site?"

Both nodded.

The nurse looked down at her notes. "Her friend and her partner. Ok, well, you should be able to go in soon. As soon as they all finish. It shouldn't take long."

She turned to go back into the room, but Angela reached out and grabbed her hand. "Please, what injuries does she have? How bad is it?"

The nurse looked sympathetic. "I'll get a doctor to come and explain it to you. Just a moment."

She disappeared into the room and came out again with a man in a white coat and a nametag that proclaimed him Dr. Bradford.

"Hello folks. Susie tells me you want to know about Miss Brennan."

"Doctor Brennan." Angela interrupted.

"Oh! MD?" he asked.

She shook her head. "PhD. Forensic Anthropology."

"Doctors always make the worst patients." He remarked with a smile.

Booth chuckled. "Bones sure as hell lives up to that."

"Yes, well. She has some rather serious damage, and lost quite a lot of blood. The large gash on her leg received stitches, as did the cut on her forehead and the injury to the left side of her abdomen. She also had a dislocated shoulder, several broken ribs and a fractured collarbone." The doctor paused for breath. "She is stable now, and sleeping normally."

"We can go in and see her?" Booth asked anxiously.

Dr. Bradford nodded, "Just let me file these nurses out, give you some privacy."

He went back into the room, and returned a few minutes later, along with the nurses. He nodded and smiled at them, and they headed in through the door.

The sight of Brennan, lying on that sterile looking bed, brought a gasp from their mouths. Angela hurried to her bedside, tears coursing down her cheeks. Booth crossed to the other side of the bed, stunned, staring at her pale form.

Angela took her hand. "She looks so small."

Booth drew a deep staggering breath. "Bones. I'm so sorry."

"Bren, it's Angela here. Booth's here too." She leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You are going to be fine. I know it."

She drew back, looking up at Booth. "I'm going to go call the lab. Jack and Zack will want to know. I'll be back in a minute."

Booth nodded, and she went out the door.

He pulled a chair close to the bed, sat down. "Bones," he murmured. "How could I be so stupid? Please forgive me."

"For what?" His head shot up at the sound of a voice coming from the bed.

"Bones!"

"Booth. What…where am I? The hospital?" She tried to raise herself off the pillows, but sank down with a groan. "That hurts."

"You were in an accident. A car accident."

"I figured that from waking up in a smashed car, covered in blood." His heart lifted slightly at the sarcastic tone in her voice. She was back.

"But how did I get in a car crash?" she asked, a frown wrinkling her forehead.

"You – you don't remember?"

"No. I remember walking into your office." She paused. "Nothing after that. Do I have amnesia again? I hated it the last time." She sighed.

Booth was reeling at her words. She didn't remember. She didn't know what he had said.

"What happened? How did I get from your office to this?" She gestured at her state.

Booth swallowed. She didn't remember.

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