Again, don't own Bones, wish I did.

Chapter 4

Booth and Angela were in the hallway now, slowly inching themselves towards the light at the end of the corridor. He could no longer feel his ankle, which worried him slightly, though not as much as the black and blue bruising above it. It was broken, and he needed to get to a hospital before it healed incorrectly. He wasn't sure about how the gash on his head was, but he still received the occasional headache. He wondered if he had a concussion. It certainly was a possibility, especially after being pistol whipped, but he wouldn't know for sure until he got it checked out.

He and Angela reached the end of the hallway, only to find another door. Unlike the first one, however, this one wasn't locked. Angela let go of Booth with her right hand, leaving her other arm wrapped around him, and turned the door knob. She pushed open the door to reveal an open room. There were several windows on the walls, each glowing with sunlight. Booth and Angela shielded their eyes, not being used to so much light. They slowly lowered their arms, as their eyes adjusted to the room. Booth groaned at the sight.

"Are you serious?" he asked. He glanced around the room, and found himself in an abandoned grocery store. "We were in a store, full of water, and packaged food. I swear, he did this on purpose, just to taunt us."

"Who cares Booth?" Angela asked. "We need to get out of here before he comes back." Booth nodded, as they began to shuffle through the store. They had made it this far, they could make it the rest of the way. As they reached the exit, they heard a car door slam.

"Damn it!" Booth whispered. "I think that's him." They crouched down, with their backs to the wall. It was killing Booth's ankle, but it was their only hope. As they got down even further, Booth heard a snap.

"Ahh!" he whispered. "I think I just re-broke my ankle." Angela looked over at him, her eyes were filled with concern.

"Booth, we need to get you to a hospital," she quietly said. He nodded, but put a finger up to his lips, signalling her not to speak. The door opened, and there stood Nathaniel Fletcher. Angela turned to Booth

"I told you so," she mouthed, trying her best to make no sound. Nathaniel walked past them and entered the back room that they had just escaped from.

"Come on," Booth said. "We have to go now." Angela quickly got up, and lifted Booth. They shuffled out of the room and found themselves surrounded by a deserted town.

"Get in the car!" Booth cried. Angela and Booth moved as quickly as they could, towards Fletcher's car. Angela left Booth at the hood and went towards the driver's side. Booth used the car to hop to the passenger's side. As he opened his door, he heard a door slam. He looked up to find Nathaniel Fletcher staring back at him. In his hand was a 0.22 caliber, pointed right at Booth. Booth opened up the door and leaned down to get in. A shot rang out and Booth felt an intense pain in his shoulder. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Go Ange!" he screamed. She started the car and tore out of there, following the only visible road.

"Don't worry Booth, we'll get you to a hospital," Angela said. She was driving way over the speed limit, but Booth didn't care. He had been shot in the shoulder and had re-broken his ankle. Not the mention the gash in his head, the blurry vision and all the cuts and bruises.

"Okay Booth, you're getting kinda quiet there, which is making me nervous. You need to stay with me. We are going to get through this because you need to stop Bren from marrying Hacker, and I need to tell Hodgins that I still love him and we'll all live happily ever after. We need to Booth. The only way that's going to happen is if you stay awake, and stay with me. I know that you're in pain because of your ankle, but you can get through it!" she cried. Tears were now flowing down her face.

"It's not just my ankle Ange," Booth grunted. "I was shot." Angela gasped.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. "Where's a hospital!" She scanned both sides of the road, there was nothing. No buildings in sight.

"What if we went the wrong way? What if you die because I drove in the wrong direction?" she asked.

"Ange, I'm not gonna die because you drove the wrong way. I trust you. You'll get me to a hospital, and I'll be fine," Booth explained. Angela nodded as she tried her best to calm down.

"You're gonna be fine," she repeated. She took a deep breath. "You'll be fine."

"Yeah Ange, I'm gonna be fine. So will you. Okay?" he asked. She nodded, keeping her eyes on the road.

"I'm gonna be okay. And tell Hodgins I'm sorry. That's the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back. I'm gonna apologize and tell him I love him, because I do. He's the most important person to me right now and he always has been. I just hope I'm not too late. I hope he'll forgive me!" She was now sobbing. Booth put his hand on her arm and gently rubbed it to comfort her.

"He'll forgive you Ange. He's been in love with you since the beginning of time, I doubt that he's gonna stop now," Booth explained. She nodded, her face still wet from the tears, but she was no longer sobbing.

"Thanks Booth," she said.

"No problem," he whispered. His blurry world had begun to spin. This was not good. He took his hand off Angela's arm and put it up to his temple. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing. He could make it through this.

"Hey Booth?" Ange asked. "I think I see a town up ahead. We're almost there, just hold on." His breaths were becoming more and more shallow. His stomach was flipping, and every bump in the road made him even more nauseous. His shoulder was numb, along with his ankle, and he felt something wet on his neck. It was either sweat, or his gash was bleeding again, only this time, it was worse. He hoped it was the former. He didn't know how much more blood he could take.

"Booth?" Angela asked. "Are you okay?" He could hear the worry in her voice, but he could get the energy to answer or comfort her. Angela glanced over at Booth when he didn't respond. She gasped at the sight of him curled over. She could see from the angle that his head was bleeding again. She quickly pressed down on the gas. She didn't care if she got a ticket, she needed to help Booth. She kept her eyes peeled for a hospital as she passed a sign.

"Welcome to Williamsburg," she read. "Well Booth, at least we know where we are now." The car raced into the town, Booth's breathing was worrying her the most. It was so shallow and quick, it wasn't natural. She kept her eyes peeled for any sign of a hospital. She finally spotted one a few blocks away. She raced through the streets, ignoring the screams of the men and women she passed. She drove up to the entrance of the hospital and pulled the keys out.

"I'll be right back Booth. Don't worry!" she cried as she ran into the hospital.

"I need help!" she screamed. She caught the attention of several nurses and doctors.

"What's the problem ma'am?" one of the doctors asked. Before she could answer a nurse spoke up.

"Sweetie, are you okay? You're covered in cuts," the nurse said. She grabbed Angela's arm to pull her away. "Let's go take a look at those, make sure they're not infected." Angela yanked her arm away from the nurse.

"I'm fine!" she yelled. "My friend isn't! He's in the car, and his head is bleeding, and he's been shot, and he broke his ankle twice, and he's not talking, and I'm scared!" A doctor put his hand on her shoulder.

"Take us to him," he said. She nodded as he called for a Gurney to be brought out front. Angela pointed to the car, and watched as Booth was taken into surgery.

Author's Note:

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