Sorry this took so long. :)
Walking down the corridor to her room seemed endless. The words that the doctor had told them when they'd arrived seemed to be playing on repeat in each of their minds.
"Signs of rape."
"Severely malnurished."
"Evidence of torture."
"May not be the same person you knew."
'At least she isn't dead. At least she isn't dead.' Booth muttered over and over in his head, as if he was trying to fight the images the doctor had given them of a weak, scared and different woman to the one that they knew. 'So what if she isn't the same person, she will always be Bones. She will always be my Bones.' Booth exclaimed somewhat randomly to his friends, they gave him quizzical looks but said nothing.
"What room is she in?" "Room 203, but only one person at a time."
199. 200.
201.
202.
203.
203. This was it. "Who..who wants to go first?" Booth asked.
"Booth there's no question about that. You go. I'm just happy to know she's behind that door." Angela smiled. Hodgins nodded.
"We'll be out here man," Booth nodded and hesitantly stepped foward to the door.
As he entered the room he could see the silhouette of a woman curled up on the bed. A pair of piercing blue eyes meet his. "Booth?" Came the voice that he'd never thought he'd hear again.
Booth moved foward so he was standing next to the bed, hovering over it's occupant. Even in the dim light he could see the bruises that were around her wrists, well to him they didn't really look like wrists..they were so thin. She was so thin. 'What should I say? What am I supposed to say? Everything will get better? Missed you?' Booth's brain just momentarily shut down. "Booth?" She said again, this time stronger but not as strong as her normal tone was. This one seemed more vulnerable.
Then Booth said the only thing he could think of.
"I love you Bones." And he carefully held her as her tears began to fall fast and heavy.