Brennan opened the first bottle of water, careful not to splatter a drop as she drank several swallows. With no easy way to move up or down, she was left with hours with nothing but her own thoughts to fill them.
First, she'd gone through every bone in the human body. That hadn't taken as long as she had hoped, so the second time she went through them in alphabetical order. The third time was in reverse.
Next, she'd unwrapped the paracord bracelet, pleasantly surprised to see exactly how much cord went into a bracelet of this type. With a few sticks near her, she'd managed to create a makeshift splint for her leg.
Careful, and painful exploration had reassured her that the bones were not misplaced. Neither was in danger of coming through the skin and creating a compound fracture, an injury that would surely be deadly in a matter of days.
The splint would not allow her to walk, or climb easily, but it did allow her to move with less pain.
So, what she was left with was time. Time to reflect on the crazy chances she'd taken, without any thought to logic.
Logic would have told her to leave information about this climb with someone. Logic would have told her it was not safe to hike off trail, alone. Logic would have told her to prepare her pack in case something happened.
Instead, she had made this climb based on emotion. Emotional memories of a better, happier time in her life. Feelings she wanted to remember and feel again.
Her relationship with Booth had changed her. Burying her emotions completely was no longer possible. Not entirely. And her inability to reconcile her logic with her emotions may end costing Brennan's everything.