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She fought with herself against the desire to move, and eventually she decided to go and check on her friend - he was more important than her own relaxation.

With effort, she managed to stand up, and she hobbled out of the tent and over to where they had laid him silently on the ground. She ignored their looks and pleads of protests and they tried to force her back to the tent, instead pushing past them and over to Booth.

By the torchlight that surrounded them, Brennan could see exactly what Booth looked like. His head was turned to the side, his entire face covered with dirt, and leaves and twigs poking out randomly through his hair.

Trailing down his body with her eyes, she could make out the home-made splint attached to his leg. She bent down and touched it.

"What is it?" She whispered. "Is it broken?" But she could see a deep circle of blood, and guessed this was more than just a broken bone. Although she was an anthropologist, the leg was wrapped so thickly it was hard to tell what had happened.

But the tribesmen shook their heads. They made a strange motion with their arms, sliding and wiggling it about. Brennan's eyes widened as she discovered their meaning - a snake. A huge live snake.

She turned her face back to him, now hugely worried. She didn't know how long they had been apart - the snake could have bitten him hours ago! He could be dead already! She pressed her head to his chest, and was relieved to hear a faint heart beat.

Brennan jumped up, wincing as pain rippled through her body, especially from her ankle. She limped around the campsite, searching for Damario, the only person she could trust to fluently speak English and to negotiate with these people. She found him sitting on the ground in a circle with a few other men, larger than the translator and wearing traditional tribal garments. Their faces were covered in paint, and their long hair was tied back into a thick ponytail.

She felt rude for interrupting what looked to be an important meeting, but she had no choice. "Excuse me?" She cut in softly. They all turned to look at her, their beady eyes glaring at her, making her feel like an insecure ant. She nodded to Damario, and he turned to the others, excusing himself in their tongue. He stood up and followed her a few paces behind, before they rolled behind a tree to talk.

"Damario, please, they just brought Booth in."

"Yes, I know, I was just discussing what to do with him."

Brennan's eyes opened. "What do you mean? We have to help him!"

Damario glanced around quickly, making sure they were alone. "Look," he said, lowering his voice so he was barely audible. "We can't trust that he's not one of them."

"I know he isn't! He saved me!" Brennan asked, then quickly shied as she realised her volume.

"We can't be certain of anything."

"Well, you saved me!"

"You are a woman."

"So?"

"There are certain...protocols, if you will," he offered as his only explanation. "I am trying to let them help you, but it's not definite."

She grabbed his arm as he turned to go. "Please...he will die very shortly. What can we do?"

Damario sighed heavily and trudged over to one of the women tending to Booth. He conversed with her, but there didn't seem to be a lot of arguing. The woman nodded and called her fellow women, and together they ran off into the jungle.

"They will create an antidote as fast as possible. I cannot promise that it will save him, but it might buy some time."

"Surely you have an antidote somewhere?"

Damario nodded. "Of course we do! He was bitten by a common snake to these parts. The only snake that's around here. We always have an antidote on standby, but not with us."

"Then with whom?"

He nodded in the vague direction of the trees.

"The jungle?" she asked, jokingly.

"No," Damario shook his head. "The camp."

"The camp? The one from which we just came running?"

"Yes," Damario said sadly. "They borrowed the antidote from us, believing one of them were more likely to be poisoned then one of us - we know this place well," he explained. "You might be able to save him if you get that antidote."

Her mind was racing. She had vowed never to return to that place. But now someone's life was at stake.

"Look," she asked, searching for another route. "Can't someone else go and get it?"

"They don't...appreciate us over there," he said. "It is best if someone of their...origin...were to talk to them.

She took a step back. "I'm sorry," she whispered. I can't go back. They'll find me! They'll kill me!" And this time, Booth won't be there to save me, she thought to herself.

Now it was Damario's turn to step backwards. "Alright," he agreed. "I shall try to talk to them, but I doubt they will agree with me. I'm sorry, but this time it's up to you."

Try to save the man who saved her and have the chance of being killed, or cower here and watch him die.

She really only had one choice.

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