"The doctor said the break isn't that complicated," Brennan explained, holding her x-rays up to the light. "And I'm pleased to say I agree with his findings. Six weeks in this cast, and I should be completely healed."
Brennan set the x-ray on her lap and looked over at Booth. "I don't really think it's necessary for me to stay overnight. I want to go home."
"Bones, you spent almost two days outside stuck on a mountain. I don't think one night in a hospital is going to hurt."
"Says the guy who gets to sleep in a hotel tonight."
Booth leveled a look at her. His brown eyes were determined. "'I'm not staying in a hotel tonight."
Shocked, Brennan started pulling at loose threads in the blanket. Booth was leaving her alone? Now that she was okay, she had time to think about them, again. And she thought, well, it didn't really matter what she thought. She was obviously wrong, again. "You're not?" she asked, not looking up. "Are you going back to Washington?"
The one person she trusted with her life, who'd just saved her life, was leaving her. What was it about her that made no one ever want to stay?
Booth laughed, but he didn't seem that amused. He waited until Brennan looked back up at him before responding. "You know, you might be the smartest woman I've ever known, but about me, well, you still miss a lot."
Brennan thought about what he'd said and tried to work her way through it. "Well, if you aren't going to a hotel and you aren't going back to Washington, the only place left to sleep is here." He wasn't leaving? No wonder she avoided emotions. They were harder to figure out than most of her anthropological studies.
"See, you are the smartest woman I've ever known." Booth dragged the chair over next to her bed and sat down. "I'll be right here, all night."