"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Booth said, still smiling.
"I'm so tired," Brennan said suddenly, putting a forearm over her eyes. "I just want to go home."
Booth approached the bed and took her hand in his. "Go to sleep, Bones. I'll be right here when the doctor comes in."
She lifted her other arm from her eyes long enough to meet his. "Okay."
"Okay," Booth answered with a smile. He held her hand while her breathing slowed and she was clearly asleep. It was only short time later, when a young man Booth assumed was the doctor walked through the door.
Booth grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the corner of the room. "I don't want that nurse back in here."
"I gathered your girlfriend doesn't want her back in here either."
"She's not my -" Booth began, but stopped. What difference did it make?
The doctor laughed softly. "Sorry, my mistake," he said, his voice indicating he didn't think he'd made one. Flipping through the chart, his eyes focused on the patient. "We need to take her for x-rays, and I'd like to keep her overnight for observation depending on what they show. We'll have to set that leg, and if she needs surgery, we'll have to send her to Philadelphia. We don't have that kind of facility."
"She's very tired," Booth said, worried about how much she was sleeping.
"She had a rough couple of days. That's perfectly normal. Let me get some things started." Making a few notes, the doctor smiled at him reassuringly. "She's going to be fine."