Again, disclaimer, don't own Bones, blah blah blah.

Chapter 6

Angela awoke to the sound of the door opening. After the nurse had brought her that delicious salad, Ange had drifted to sleep. It had been a long time since she'd slept well. An even longer time since she'd slept in a bed. Of course, technically the chair in Booth's room didn't count as a bed, but it was better than a cold, dirty floor. She saw a nurse picking up her plates. She began to get up to help her, but the nurse refused her help and told her to sit back down. She did as she was told.

"Getting a bit antsy there Ange?" a voice asked. She looked up and found Booth smiling back at her.

"Booth!" she cried. She jumped up and hugged him, careful to avoid the bullet wound.

"I was beginning to think you'd never wake up!" she whimpered. He kept his arm around her and pulled her onto the bed.

"I told you before, I'll tell you again, I'm not gonna die," he said. She smiled at him and reached over to hit the nurse button.

"What? You trying to get me put back to sleep already?" he asked.

"No," she laughed. "But I was told that I had to push the button when you woke up."

"Okay," he said. "You have an excuse this time." She smiled and hugged him once more.

"Ange," he laughed. "I'm still here. You don't have to hug me every few seconds to check." Her smile faded as he spoke.

"I almost lost you Booth," she whispered. "You have no clue how scared I was on the way here. You had a panic attack! You were shot, and bleeding, and on top of that you had a panic attack!" Tears were now streaming down her face. Booth's smile was long gone, as he pulled her into his arms and held her. She cried into his chest, soaking his hospital gown. His face was in her hair, placing soft kisses on her head as he attempted to comfort her.

"I'm fine," he said softly into her hair, so only she could hear. "Everything's fine." He felt her sobs begin to slow as he confidently repeated the words, over and over, until she began to believe them. She took a deep breath, but stayed pressed against his chest, with his warm arms around her. They sat, holding each other, absorbing the fact that they were both still alive and well, until Angela pulled away. She got up from the bed and walked over to the corner. Booth watched as she straightened herself out. She then turned around, walked back over to the bed, and sat down beside him.

"Thanks," she said as she settled into a comfortable position. Booth grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. She smiled and pulled his hand into her lap.

A few moments later, Dr. Williams walked through the door. Angela was still sitting on Booth's bed, his hand held tightly by hers and resting on top of her thigh.

"Well, look who's awake!" Dr. Williams cheered. "I must say, Mr. Booth, you weren't looking good for a bit, but here you are, awake and ready to go! I'm Dr. Jeffery Williams. I was the one who did your surgery."

"Well thank you," Booth said. "I wouldn't be here without you, and I don't know if Angela could've handled that." She smiled as she glanced down at their intertwined hands.

"As I told your girlfriend here, you should be good to go in about two days, but I don't want you staying alone." Booth nodded.

"Understood," Booth answered. "How long should I have someone with me?"

"I'm going to say for a week, at the least," Dr. Williams answered. They heard a small noise, and Dr. Williams looked down at his pager.

"I have to go answer this, but I'll be back in a bit to explain everything to you." Booth nodded. He and Ange watched as Dr. Williams quickly left the room.

"Girlfriend?" Booth asked. "Did I hear correctly when he called you my girlfriend?"

"I didn't say anything. He must have just assumed," she explained.

"Well, if we're gonna be here for a while, you might as well lie down. Besides, you've been without a bed just as long as me." He moved over to the right and Ange layed down next to him. He put his arm behind her head and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes began to droop and the next thing she knew, she was asleep. Booth smiled at how easily she drifted off once she was in bed. He noticed how he unconsciously rubbed her shoulder with his hand. They had become incredible close over the past week, and even though they were now safe, he still felt protective over Ange. She was no longer the normal squint that loved to flirt with him. They were much more than that now. Almost siblings. She snuggled closer to him and he held her tighter. He closed his eyes and rested his head next to Angela's. His deep breathing caused him to slowly drift off, but before he could, he heard a voice.

"Oh my god," it said. He moaned in response, which caused Ange to stir.

"What's going on?" Angela asked as she rubbed her eyes. She turned to face Booth. "How long was I asleep?" Keeping his eyes closed, he answered her.

"About five minutes." She nodded and put her head back down. She closed her eyes, then bolted upright.

"That wasn't your voice," she whispered. Booth's eyes snapped open. Both he and Ange turned towards the door, and found Hodgins, Brennan, Cam, and Sweets standing in the doorway.

"Oh my god," Ange whispered.

Author's Note

I apologize for making this such a short chapter. There's more coming, so keep reading, reviewing and spreading the word on how awesome this story is. Of course, that last one is optional, but I'd certainly appreciate it!