Booth dove over Brennan as glass flew everywhere and heat radiated from all sides.
Booth looked up groggily, blood slipping down from his forehead into his eyes. He tried to assess the damage to the building and if everyone was okay, but he could barely see anything with all the smoke.
He refocused on Bones. She was his priority right now. He needed to get her out of the building and make sure she was safe.
"Hey, Bones! Temperance can you hear me?" Booth called to her over the noise, cupping her cut face in his hands.
She didn't answer, she was out cold.
He swore under his breath and tried to stand up, ignoring his whole body protesting.
He bent down to carry Brennan out of the building and it was then that he realized the intense burn on his leg.
He suppressed a gag as he saw his bubbling skin, and he scooped Brennan into his arms.
She started to come to as he started limping painfully.
"Booth?" she said, her voice sticky. "What happened?"
Her blue eyes were confused as she looked up at him. She must have seen how messed up his face was, so she looked down at herself.
She was cut up everywhere; pieces of glass were embedded in her jacket. She had some serious burns on one half of her body. She coughed shakily as she inhaled some more smoke.
She looked up at him again, this time panic in her face as she recalled what happened. Panic was not a look that occurred on her face often.
She searched Booth's face and she must have seen the pain etched there because her look became one of concern.
"No, don't worry about me Bones. I'll get you out of here. Don't worry," he wheezed. He could hear sirens coming closer. He prayed ambulances were already outside.
"Almost there," he panted, seeing the stars though a hole in the roof.
He skirted around some rubble and they finally inhaled fresh air, which immediately sent them into a coughing fit.
Booth's legs wobbled and he collapsed to his knees, which sent shooting pain up his legs.
Brennan shifted her weight so they were both lying side by side on the ground.
An instant later, paramedics were by their side. They strapped oxygen masks over their nose and mouths.
Brennan met Booth's eyes and she saw relief there. Relief that they had both survived.
"Booth-," she started, but was cut off when a paramedic instructed her to keep the mask on.
They were strapped onto stretchers and loaded into the back of the same ambulance where they were hooked up to about a million tubes and machines.
The ambulance jerked into motion and the siren seemed deafening.
Paramedics were poking and prodding and Brennan hated it. The oxygen mask was replaced by tubes so she could talk. Immediately, she started snapping at the medics.
"Bones." Booth's voice was weak, but firm. "They are trying to do their job. Let them make sure you're okay."
She looked over at Booth. She tried focusing on his eyes and not on his wounds. The bottom of his jeans looked melted with his skin and the medics were trying to cut them off.
She took his hand, ignoring the white hot pain that shot up her arm and the peeved looks of the medics.
"You saved my life," she said. "I'll never forget that Booth."
"We're going to get through this," he told her, squeezing her hand. It was as if he hadn't even heard her.
She saw his face go white; his eyes close, and felt his hand slacken.
The monitors beeped erratically.
"What happened? What's going on?" she demanded frantically.
No one answered her. They just kept trying to stabilize him.
"Booth, wake up! Booth please!" But he didn't move a muscle. His hand slipped from hers.
"Booth!" she screamed his name over and over again and she tried to get off of her stretcher.
Immediately hands pushed her back down, but she wouldn't- couldn't- control herself. All she knew was that her partner, her friend was possibly dying because he had tried to save her.
If he died, she would never forgive herself.
She felt a new liquid sliding through the IV tube, into her veins.
She didn't stop trying to get to Booth until she became too tired. Her limbs felt like lead.
The last thing she remembered was Booth's immobile body and the incessant beeping.
Then she floating on a sea of darkness, where there was no pain, physical or emotional.