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The only time Max left Booth's hosptial room was to go eat and to take a shower and change his clothes. He had to go down to the car and get his suitcase and his phone charger the morning of the second day. By the third day, Max was starting to worry. Booth hadn't awakened yet and Tempe was starting to drive him crazy with the constant phone calls. Max finally hit on the idea of taking pictures of Booth once in awhile and sending them to Brennan. He took pictures of Booth sleeping, having his bandages changed, the uncovered wounds themselves (The nurses thought he was a nut) and Booth's monitors. That seemed to satisfy Tempe because she quit calling him every two hours. Max had asked Tempe if she thought Booth wouldn't wake up because of the head wound. His daughter thought it was more likely that it was the anesthesia. She told Max that Booth was very sensitive to anesthesia and he always slept for days when they used it on him. Max thought it was creepy. Booth just lay there and didn't move a muscle.

On the morning of the third day, Agent Harris showed up. He wanted Max to tell him everything that happened when Booth and Max got to Louisiana. Harris also wanted to know why Booth thought it was ok to look up his father and not let him know that Booth suspected Joseph Booth of being involved with Jared's death. Harris was a very angry about the whole thing and let Max know it. Max explained that Booth didn't suspect his father of anything. He just wanted to know why Jared had come to Louisiana and if Joseph knew anything that would help the authorities find out who killed Jared. Harris seemed to be a little mollified; but, he still thought that Booth should have told him about Joseph Booth. Seeing that Booth was still unconscious, Harris left.

At around noon on the same day, Jack Hodgins knocked on the door and then walked in to Booth's hospital room. He smiled at Max and said, "Heah, Max, how's Booth doing?"

Surprised to see Hodgins, Max said, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Dr. B and I talked it over the day Booth got hurt and we decided that as soon as Booth wakes up, I'm going to take him home."

Shaking his head, Max said, "And how do you plan to do that? I don't think he'll feel well enough to drive home and we sure as hell can't put him on a plane."

Looking at Booth and then Max, Hodgins said, "I hired a private ambulance. The drivers are downstairs. We're just going to wait until the doctors say Booth can leave and we'll load him up in the ambulance and take him home. Dr. B said she needs Booth to be home and it doesn't serve any purpose for him and you to stay here."

"Well, he's still unconscious as you can see," Max said pointing at Booth. "Tempe says it's probably the anesthesia. He doesn't react to the stuff like normal people do."

Laughing Hodgins said, "Since when is Booth normal? He's been the odd man out since I've met him."

Nodding his head, Max said, "It takes someone who's a little off to get along with everyone at the Jeffersonian anyways. So I guess it's a good thing Booth isn't normal."

"It takes someone a little off to get along with you Max," Booth said quietly.

Hodgins and Max quickly walked over to Booth's bed and looked at him. Seeing Booth's eyes closed, Max asked, "Are you awake or are you just taking shots at me in your sleep?"

Opening his eyes, Booth asked, "Where am I? What's wrong with me? My arm hurts like hell."

Patting Booth's right arm, Max said, "You're in the hospital. You have a broken left arm and a concussion. You also have a nasty cut on the left side of your head. I hate to break it to you; but, they shaved your head around the cut so they could stitch it up. You'll have to wait until it grows back before you can have that perfect hair you do so well."

Giving Max an odd look, Booth said, "How did my arm get broken?"

"That ass, Joseph Booth, hit your arm with a kickstand a couple of times after he knocked you out. I guess he planned to beat you to death like he did Jared. He ran away when he say me. The cops are looking for him right now."

Closing his eyes, Booth didn't say anything. Looking at Booth closely, Max and Hodgins could see that Booth had gone back to sleep.

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Booth slept for another hour and then woke up again. His left arm still hurt like hell and he told Max about it. Hodgins went out to find a nurse to see if they could give Booth something for the pain. When Hodgins came back into the room, he had Booth's surgeon in tow. Dr. Sweeney had been making rounds and was happy to hear that Booth was finally awake.

Walking into the room, Dr. Sweeney introduced himself and checked Booth's monitors. Looking at Booth, he then asked him how he felt. Booth told him his left arm felt like it was on fire or something. Dr. Sweeney showed Booth the pump he could press to release some pain medicine to help him with the pain.

Max asked Dr. Sweeney, " I want to take my son-in-law home to D.C. Can he travel? We have a private ambulance to take him home in."

Frowning, Dr. Sweeney said, "I would prefer that Agent Booth stay here for awhile. What's the rush to get him home?"

"His wife is eight months pregnant and she wants him home, " Max said. Shrugging his shoulders, Max continued, "What can I say? Can he travel or not?"

"Yes, he can travel if you do have an ambulance to take him home. I would rather you didn't do that though. He needs someone to monitor him for signs of brain injury and his arm for infection."

Looking at Dr. Sweeney, Booth said, "Brain Injury? What do you mean brain injury?"

Looking at Booth with concern, "Agent Booth, you were hit on the head with a heavy piece of metal. You have a hairline fracture on the left side of your skull. You have a concussion and you have two compound fractures in your left arm. You're not well and you won't be well for awhile. I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just telling you what's what so you can make an informed decision as to whether you really want to leave here or not."

"If I can go home, then I want to go home. My wife's a doctor. She'll know what to look for," Booth said. Booth felt a little guilty letting Dr. Sweeney believe that Brennan was an MD; but, Booth was surrounded by doctors at home. If he really did have a brain injury or his arm got infected then one of them would notice it.

"Alright, I'll get some release forms brought up for you and your father-in-law to sign. I hope everything works out for you Agent Booth." Shaking his head, Dr. Sweeney left the room.

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Well, Booth is awake and wants to go home. Let me know what you think of my story so far. Thanks.