"Booth!" Sweets cried, moving to his side. "What's wrong?"
Booth held out his hand to stop Sweets from touching him. The spinning had stopped and all he could see now was clear blue sky before he blinked again and was back in the office.
Taking a deep breath, Booth grabbed the garbage can and promptly lost the little he'd eaten that morning. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he met Sweets' concerned eyes across the room. "Something's wrong with Bones," he said without preamble.
Sweets moved to a chair near him. "Are you sure? You've been under a lot of stress lately, and it would be perfectly normal…" He trailed off at the look in Booth's eyes.
"She's stranded, hurt." He rubbed his right leg remembering the pain that had shot through it. "I saw trees, and sky. She was supposed to be in her car. Why would I see sky?"
Sweets struggled to make sense of what Booth was saying. "Are you saying you saw what she saw? Felt what she felt?"
Booth pushed the garbage can away from him. "Yeah, Sweets. I know how it sounds. But I know what happened." He dragged himself to his feet and collapsed into one of the chairs.
Nodding, Sweets reached to his desk for a pad and pencil. "Okay. Tell me everything you saw. Sensations, feelings, anything."
"Trees," Booth said immediately. "Tumbling and twirling. Sky where the ground should be. The floor falling from beneath my feet." Booth rubbed his head, fighting back the greasy nausea. "Pain in my right leg. From ankle to hip."
Sweets wrote every word exactly as Booth said them. He couldn't understand exactly what happened, but Booth believed Dr. Brennan was in danger. For now, that was enough.