Since chapter 15 has only been up for a few hours and I already have 17 reviews, which made me oh-so-happy, I decided to post this tonight...although I don't think it's much help in the suspence department...
Brennan paced up and down the sterile hospital hallway, holding tightly to the now lukewarm cup of coffee Zack had gotten her an hour ago. She refused to cry anymore, but every now and then she would close her eyes to make the burning in them subside.
She'd gotten off the phone with Rebecca and Parker half an hour ago, he would be in to visit tomorrow. Mr and Mrs Booth were on their way in from Philadelphia and would be there in a few hours.
Angela was leaning on Hodgins' arm and watching her friend wear a hole in the linoleum floor. Cam was bit her fingernails nervously sitting next to the even more nervous looking Zack. Cam had been in the middle of a meeting with the board of directors when she got the call, but joined the rest of the team at the hospital as soon as the meeting was over.
It's been an hour and eight minutes Brennan thought, as she looked again at the clock. The doctor said we could see him in an hour. It's been an hour and nine minutes now.
She returned to biting her lip as she looked longingly at the swinging doors.
"Sweetie, they'll be out soon." Angela said soothingly. Brennan looked at her and gave her an unconvincing smile.
"I know. I just…" Brennan words stopped short as the doors swung open and Dr. George waved them through.
"Visiting hours will be over in about forty minutes, but I promised to let you see him so I wanted to make sure I did that."
He halted in front of room 208 and the group of people, led by the frazzled looking Dr. Brennan, stopped and looked at him.
"Thank you Doctor." Brennan reached for the door handle, but Dr. George reached out and stopped her.
"Wait. There's something you need to know." He dropped his gaze slightly, and quietly explained the extent of their friend's injuries.
Brennan's lukewarm cup of coffee hit the hallway floor. She wished it had been a ceramic mug instead of a paper cup, then it would have shattered into a million pieces, just like her heart just had.
Short and cruel...I know. But...if we are feeling generous with the reviews...I'll post tomorrow...Oh heck. we all know I'll post tomorrow anyway...but could you just review to humor me?