The nurse looked down at her clipboard again. "And you are sure you were up there by yourself? There wasn't anyone else with you at the time?"
Brennan's brow furrowed. "I don't know what you mean. I told you I fell. I was hiking alone when it happened."
The nurse met her eyes. "You seem like a smart woman. Too smart to do something like that."
Brennan's look turned suspicious. "What are you implying?"
"I'm implying that maybe that big guy who was just in here was up there with you. Maybe you had a disagreement…" she let her voice trail off, what she was thinking very clear.
"Are you saying, you think Booth pushed me off that cliff?" she asked, her voice rising in anger. "You don't believe that I was up there by myself?"
"I've seen these things before," the nurse said defensively.
"Get out!" Brennan yelled. "Get out." She pointed at the door and then crossed her arms over her chest.
Booth appeared in the doorway and the nurse scurried away. "Everything okay in here?" he asked. The nurse turned to glare at him before disappearing around a corner. "Should I go get her?"
Brennan pushed her damp hair out of her face. One of the nurses had tried to rinse more of the blood out of it for her. The cut on her forehead wasn't deep enough for stitches. "She implied you pushed me off the cliff," she related, the surprise clear in her voice.
Booth smiled, and Brennan's stomach flipped over. At least, that's what it felt like, even if it wasn't physically possible. "Were you defending me?"
She smiled back at him. "Of course I was," shocked that he might think she wouldn't defend him. "She shouldn't say things like that about you."