Brennan's eyes snapped open, her brain immediately taking in her surroundings. She could see a canopy of trees above her, the bright sun filtering through as a deep green, creating dancing shadows around her. She could feel twigs and stones poking into her back, and she assumed she was lying on the ground.

She moved her arms and legs ever so slightly, but the pain that rippled through her had softened. She somehow felt healthier, as though more blood had been pumped into her, as though her sallow skin had been filled with colour once more.

She turned her head, wondering whether Booth was still asleep. But there was no-one on the dirt beside her. She quickly snapped her head the other way, but again the space was vacant. She tried not to panic - he could be relieving himself, or finding some water. She took some deep breaths, trying to clear her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flick of a shadow. Using her better wrist, she pushed herself up, twisting around to see who was behind her. Even before seeing the person, she immediately realised she was in a different place than where she had gone to sleep in.

Her eyes fell on a large black woman, wearing what appeared to be traditional clothes of a tribe. Brennan glanced around her and could see at least ten tents erected in the nearby vicinity. She wondered just exactly where she was. And where Booth was.

The woman approached her cautiously, as though she were afraid of her. She began to speak, but the language was foreign to Brennan. She caught a few Spanish words, but the rest were unknown. There were no chances of communication with this woman.

"I'm sorry," Brennan began, hoping the woman would know some English. "Where am I? Where is my partner?" The woman looked at her for a moment, and then scampered away, heading quickly towards a tent. Brennan wondered whether the woman had understood her or not, but either way, she didn't seem keen to talk to Brennan again.

Uncomfortable in her current position, Brennan lay back down, sighing as her back stretched out. Her muscles felt tense all over her body, and she couldn't wait to release all the kinks with a good massage back home. If she ever returned home.

She saw shadows again and quickly sat back up. The woman had returned, this time with a foreign young man who looked like he would suit better in a magazine. He and the woman spoke for a moment in their tongue, before the man turned to Brennan, raising his arms in acknowledgement.

"I understand that you speak English," he asked. His English sounded very well educated, and Brennan wondered whether he lived here or if he was just temporary.

"Yes, I'm Doctor Temperance Brennan."

"I am Damario Amaronto. I'm a translator."

He extended his hand, and Brennan shook it, wincing as her injured wrist shook violently.

"You look quite...damaged," Damario noted, glancing at her injuries. "My people will attend to your wounds. We would have sooner, but, well, we weren't sure if you were...one of them." He seemed frightened of the people he was referring to, and Brennan couldn't help but think it was the same people she was afraid of.

Damario clicked his fingers and nodded to a few girls waiting nearby. They scurried over with water and began to clean her wounds. She winced slightly as the water stung the sores.

"Where's Booth?" She asked Damario. "I was with a man. I don't see him. Where is he?"

Damario's eyes flicked nervously. "We left him there."

"Why?" Brennan couldn't believe it. Her temper began to flare. He could be dying out there, his blood loss making him weaker each minute.

Damario noticed and tried to calm her down. "We weren't sure whether he had come with you or after you. I'm sorry, but we couldn't risk bringing one of them to our campsite."

As much as Brennan hated the resolution, she could understand their concern. She watched as the girls began to wrap bandages around her legs and arms. Her eye suddenly caught one of theirs.

"Naomi?" she asked, recognising the girl. Naomi slowly nodded. "Oh my gosh, Naomi, I was hoping I would see you again. I never got to properly thank you. Or apologise. I-"

"It's okay," Naomi cut her off. It seemed a few here could speak English, not just the translator. But Naomi didn't want to press the topic, so Brennan dropped it.

She turned once more to Damario. "Please, can you find him?" She had a lot more questions to ask him, but it was more important to find Booth first. He could easily be dead by now, and it was getting slowly darker. Damario could see the pain and desperation in her eyes and immediately agreed. "I will send my men out at once."

He marched off to a tent. Brennan was sure he had a bigger role than just a translator.

As it turned darker, and the afternoon dragged on, the girl's attended to her every need. They gave her plenty of food and water, and even after a few hours she felt much stronger than what she had. She was covered in bandages, the most thickly placed around her broken bones. It was hard to move, and somehow she appreciated that - it meant she could just lay and relax.

It was dark by the time they brought him back. Brennan watched from the doorway of the tent she was in. She was desperate to go and check on him.

He wasn't moving when they carried him into camp.

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