"Why couldn't you have hiked along a trail?" Booth asked her when they got back to the cars. She was settled sideways in the backseat of his SUV with her leg stretched out in front of her.
Brennan was resting with her eyes closed, but opened them to look at him. "I think this is a conversation we need to have later," she said, closing her eyes again.
Booth was driving. He figured since she was safe, the danger of him having any more visions was past. Hodgins navigated, using the directions from Cam. Since Bones seemed stable, Booth was driving them to the nearest hospital, rather than wait for help to get to them.
Hodgins looked over at Booth, and back at the map. "You need to breathe," Hodgins said, hoping he wasn't risking his life by saying anything at all. "I don't think she wants to have these conversations in front of me."
Looking down at his hands, Booth noted his knuckles were white from his grip on the steering wheel. Consciously, he forced his hands to open.
Booth looked in the mirror for the hundredth time since they'd arrived at his SUV. Bones hadn't seemed surprised when she saw the broken window, but Booth hadn't asked her about it at the time. It seemed like a safer topic.
"I heard it," she replied after he'd asked the question. "You know there are reports of explosions being heard 200 miles away from the source. You forget that sometimes, living in a city."
"Why didn't you yell?"
"I was pretty much out of water," she said.
Booth's hands clenched around the steering wheel again. He looked in the mirror to find her eyes. While tired, they were calm and it was enough to have him releasing his death grip on the steering wheel.
Her explanation was loud in the silence of the car. "And I was terrified you wouldn't hear me."