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Chapter 5: Saved or Doomed?!Booth had been driving so fast that Angela had turned a ghastly shade of pale. But he didn't notice. His focus was solely on the woman he was trying to get too. 'Don't give up, Bones. Don't give up. I'm coming, baby.'
Gun drawn, and Angela hot on his heels, Booth ran up the stairs, hopping two stairs at the time until he reached her door.
Not even caring to feel the lock, he burst in, running around like a maniac through the whole place, and finally he got to the last room. She had to be here. She HAD to be!
His last sheds of control were totally lost as he saw her.
His eyes went wide. His Bones lay there, on the bed, unconscious, probably drugged according to the injection that lay beside her, her blouse ripped, showing bruised with all colors of the rainbow, her whole body was covered and that son of a bitch on top of her.
Touching her!
Booth got closer to Patrick, his gun drawn, trying to reach for Brennan.
"One step!" Patrick warned.
That's when Booth noticed, there rested a knife next to Brennan's captivator. The huge, metal blade shining in the sunlight.
"One step…and the bitch is gone!"
Booth stood still immediately and stretched out his hand to Angela, halting her progress.
"I have a gun aimed at your head. You even think about moving that gun and you are the one who will die." Angela decided to throw in her two cents. "And trust me, you little punk, he used to be a sniper. He won't miss."
Patrick faced Booth, a look of disgust on his face.
"She told me!" he spat. "Told me over and over how fucking incredible you were. Booth did this today, blah blah blah. And then with the suspect he blah blah freaking incredible!"
Angela noticed the distracted look as Patrick continued to speak.
'This is my chance!' She thought, without Patrick's acknowledgment she got closer and closer until…
"Fucking Bitch!" Patrick yelled as Angela grabbed the knife and threw it into the living room, far out of Patrick's reach.
Patrick hadn't finished his sentence and Booth already had shot him in the shoulder, causing him to groan in pain as Patrick fell onto the floor.
"Angela," Booth said as he cuffed a cursing Patrick. "You better take care of Bones…get her into another shirt, but really carefully. I'll call backup for the monster here," he said with a snug at Patrick's cuffs, who let out a strangled hiss. "And an ambulance for her."
Angela nodded, stroding towards her best friends closet.
"You're safe now Brennan. I promise! The nightmare is over."
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"How is Dr. Brennan doing? Is She ok? What room is she in?" Angela asked a nurse when she finally arrived at the hospital.
The middle-aged, brunette looked up from behind her computer.
"Are you family Miss?" She asked.
"No, but-"
"Then you can come back when it are visitors hours. No exceptions."
Angela opened her mouth to argue with the bitchy nurse but instead of her own voice another came out.
"GET OUT!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! NOW!!!!"
Angela immediately ran from where the voice came, knowing that that reaction only could came from her best friend.
"Brennan!" The artist yelled as she saw her friend, snatching the needles and injections from her arms. "What are you doing?!"
Startled by Angela's voice I halted for a moment, before pulling my knees back to my chest, like a small and scared child trying to protect itself.
"Get HIM out! " I spat. "Make him stop touching me," I sobbed. "Please, Ange, please."
"Sweetie, He's not here. Brenn, Patrick isn't here." Angela tried calming me.
I forcefully shook my head, my breathing becoming more laboured with each sob.
"Not Patrick," I sobbed. "But him!" Pointing to the doctor who stood awestruck in the doorway.
"Ma'am," The bald doctor from somewhere in his fifties approached me. "I understand that you feel uncomfortable, that's completely normal in your situation, most women who suffer from RTS are – "
"I DON'T HAVE RTS! GET OUT!!! " I spat at the doctor, wounding myself back into the covers of the hospital bed in the hope to create a shield.
A men – averting shield.
Angela sighed and turned to the doctor, I didn't really listen but when the guy left me and my fried alone, I knew what would follow.
"Brenn…sweetie?" She tried to get my attention. "What's ….what's RST?"
I shivered at the word. It was a horrible thing, and I was certain I didn't have it.
"RTS is…," I took a deep breath.
'It's just Angela.' My mind assured me. Just your best friend.'
" The full term is Rape Trauma Syndrome." As soon as I spoke the words they felt dirty on my tongue.
"It's a form of post traumatic stress disorder," Another deep breath.
"But I'm not one of those women who cries when a man get's near her or have panic attacks or –"
"Sweetie," Angela interrupted me. "It's ok to be scared. I was scared too, and he wasn't even doing this to me."
I swallowed and asked with a tiny voice.
"Would it be ok to ask for another doctor…a female one?"
Angela sighed and rubbed my hand assuring. "Of course it is, Brenn."
"So Dr. Brennan," My new, and female, doctor asked as she hooked me up on the morphine again. "How do you feel?"
I looked at her, the drugs they gave me slowly working.
"Like any other woman with a normal IQ after such an…attack. I guess."
The doctor forced a small smile and nodded.
"We'll give you the best help possible, and if something's wrong or you need to talk, just press the button and one of our people will be by your side in an instant."
"Dr. Frays," A nurses said as she reached my room. "Thank god I found you, emergency at the second floor, they need your help, now!"
Frays turned to me and smiled.
"Duty calls, I'll get back to you soon, Dr. Brennan."
I looked up at her with a smile, the drugs taking their toll and I was getting really tired. My eyes slowly fluttering close, a familiar darkness surrounding me again.
"Temperance," I mumbled groggily. "Call me Temperance."
I groaned, my headache was back and due the drugs I felt horrible and weak.
My head felt like it was spinning.
Slowly I opened my eyes, the strong light in combination with the medication making me only dizzier.
"Welcome back." I heard from a distance and I blinked.
The friendly face of Dr. Frays blur and hazy, again I blinked and the face was now clearer.
Instead of the woman in the hospital I saw my personal nightmare, I wasn't in the hospital with Dr. Frays but I was back in the guestroom stuck with Patrick.
Not in the , very uncomfortable but safe bed , but on a chair, bound and I was sure, with him, very unsafe.
"Monster," I gritted through clenched teeth, my head dropped like a beaten puppy, the only difference was that I wasn't a puppy. I was a beaten woman.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." I heard him say in a punitive tone, and I felt his breath behind my ear.
A sharp pain shot through my head as he roughly pulled on my hair, my head snapping backwards.
"That's not very nice, Temperance." He told me as his hand caressed my bare arm, creating goose bumps. I shivered.
"Temperance, Temperance, Temperance," He chanted over and over again, but there was something different. Well yes, I was bound onto a chair and held captive but that wasn't it.
It was his voice, the normally frightening tone was gone and it felt softer, familiar and almost…comforting."Temperance…" I heard someone calling out to me again, when I looked up to Patrick also this vision went blurry and changed, and it was not Dr. Frays.
"BOOTH!!!!" I jolted upright, tangling and fighting with my hospital covers. Throwing them away I scrambled out of the bed, but I was still very weak and as soon as my shaky feet touched the cold hospital floor, I collapsed.
"Shit!" I cursed as I put an unsteady hand on the edge of my bed, trying to pull me up but falling all over again.
"Bones? Damn, you ok?" Booth asked as he reached out a hand to help me up.
My eyes widened with fear as he tried to touch me, quickly I scrambled backwards until my back hit an ice cold wall. I was trapped.
Sinking down onto his knees he reached my eyelevel, his hand coming up to touch my cheek.
"Don't." I mumbled, so softly I wasn't even sure if he heard it.
My hair had fallen as a curtain of several locks around my face, averting his direct gaze in my eyes.
I hugged my knees hoping that it would be a nightmare all over again and that I could wake up every second. And then I felt it.
His touch was soft, grazing my cheek very carefully and gentle. And it scared me to death.
A yelp filled the room and I was stunned to determine it was mine.
One of my nurses rushed to my side, gently putting a hand on my partners shoulder.
"Sir, please" She tried to pull him from me. "Please leave her alone, Dr. Brennan isn't really comfortable around men right now."
"But I a—" Booth stuttered.
"Sir," The nurse said in a now more stern voice. "Now, wait outside please. I'll explain."
With a defeated look and sunken shoulders Booth left the room, and when he was gone I finally dared to look up again.
"You alright?" The friendly nurse asked me once she had closed the door behind her.
She helped me back into my bed and looked at my injuries.
"My dear," She mumbled. "I see you have already ripped the needles from you twice today."
I faced her, my lips in a straight line.
In a total and almost painful silence she disinfected my wounds, the only sound was my wincing at the stinging contact.
"Was that your boyfriend?" She broke the silence.
I shivered at the thought of Booth being the one who'd put me her. "No," I replied. "He was my partner…work partner."
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The soft sound of a door closing shook Booth out of his thoughts.
Raising his head from his hands he jumped out of the, pretty uncomfortable, hospital chair.
"Is she alright?" Booth asked, nervously waiting to hear an explanation for Bones' weird behavior.
The friendly, old nurse gave a reassuring smile.
"For a work partner you're pretty worried about Dr. Brennan's condition."
Anxiously Booth ran his hand through his hair, lips sealed in a tight line before he spoke again.
"She's so much more than a work partner to me, ma'am."
The woman could see the emotion in Booth's warm, sepia eyes as he spoke about his partner, a strong fire reflecting in them.
Patting at the plastic chair beside the one she sat down in, she motioned him to sit.
"When was brought in she'd been drugged, nothing bad just to have her unconscious for a while, later we found out why…The reason why she reacted out of control when you or her first, male,
doctor touched her is because she's scared, probably from traumatic experiences.
We're pretty sure she was sexual assaulted by her lover. Several times.
"That wasn't a lover," Booth gritted through clenched teeth. "That was a monster."
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