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Restless, Booth laid in bed, staring at the window across the room. Shadows playing across the curtains, he tried to will himself to sleep despite the pain he was in. He'd forgone his pain medicine during the day so that he wouldn't sleep as much as he had been, but he realized that he needed it. When Michael Stires had thrown his punch and Booth had blocked it, he'd felt the pain radiate across his chest and back and down to his hips. It had become a dull ache and it didn't seem to want to go away. He had thought if he could give up the pain medicine, he thought he could control it, but now the pain was controlling him.

Slowly moving off of the bed, Booth held his arm across his chest and walked over to the dresser to retrieve a pill. Thankful that he had some bottled water sitting on the dresser, he broke the seal on one of the bottles and popped the pill in his mouth. Swallowing half of the water in the bottle, he moved over to the chair next to the closet and sat down.

Trying to control his breathing, he slowly felt the pill take affect. Feeling lethargic, he decided to remain in the chair and rest for awhile before he went back to bed.

He'd just fallen asleep and was sliding into a deep slumber when a sound woke him. Disoriented, he looked around the room, trying to comprehend where he was and why. His mind clearing, he recognized the guest bedroom and stood up. Moving over to the bed, he heard a cry coming from Brennan's bedroom. Walking as fast as he could, Booth left the room, walked over to the doorway of Brennan's room and peered in. The sight of her thrashing about very disturbing to him, he moved over to the bed and placed his hand on her arm.

"Bones. . . Bones, you need to wake up." Gripping her arm firmly, he shook it trying to wake her.

Brennan, startled from her nightmare, threw her arm back, pulling Booth onto the bed with her. Placing his hand down to catch himself, Booth felt a jolt run through his chest and cried out in pain.

Fully awakre now, Brennan sat up and grabbed Booth's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"

Feeling a little sick, Booth nodded his head and stared at her hand clinging to his arm. Swallowing, he finally answered. "You were having a nightmare . . . I tried to wake you up . . . I forgot you know how to defend yourself."

Worried that she'd hurt him, Brennan slid out of bed and ran around to where Booth was leaning against the bed. "Booth, sit down. Sit down right now and let me look at your shoulder."

The dull ache in his head and chest throbbing in time to the beat of his heart, Booth finally trusted his legs to completely hold him up and stood up. His breathing a little labored he sat down slowly and pulled his arm tightly against his chest.

Hurrying across the room, she flipped on the overhead light and rushed back to where Booth was sitting. Concerned that his clothes appeared to be sweat soaked and noticing the trembling his body was experiencing, she shook her head, "Lower your arm, Booth. I need to look at your incision."

Chilled, Booth moved his arm down. "I need to take off my shirt anyway . . . It's damp and a little cold."

Helping him take his shirt off, she pulled the small bandages off and studied his scars. "It's little red but it doesn't feel hard. That's a good sign. I think you did put too much strain on them. My pulling you certainly didn't help. Are you in pain?"

Reluctantly, Booth nodded his head slowly and watched her hand feel the area around his scar once more. "I woke up in pain . . . I took a pill though."

Brennan sat back on her heels, and stared at the dark smudges under his eyes, the lines on his forehead. "Booth, have you taken any pain medication today?"

Staring over her shoulder, he decided not to answer the question because he knew she wouldn't understand.

Exasperated, Brennan stood up. "I'm going to take no answer as an affirmative. Booth, you have to take the pain medication. It's part of the healing process. You can't go all day without it. You will suffer a setback."

Staring at his knees, Booth shook his head and voiced his disgust. "They make me sleep all day. I hate that."

Brennan placed her hands on his shoulders and stared into his dark brown eyes. "That is beside the point. You will take your prescriptions, Booth. I mean it. You're not helping yourself at all by not taking them."

Moving his gaze to her face, Booth glared at her. "I'm not a damn kid. If I don't want to take a pill, I won't."

His words harsh and unbending, Brennan turned her back towards him, crossed her arms and tried to control the tears that started to fall down her cheeks.

Booth, aware that he'd upset his partner, reached out and placed his hand on her hip. "Bones, I'm sorry. You know I'm a terrible patient . . . You know that what I said wasn't personal . . . You know that . . . I'm sorry."

Wiping the tears from her face, Brennan took a deep breath and turned back to face her boyfriend. "Yes, you are a terrible patient. I'm asking you to take your medication. I'm not ordering you to."

He knew he was being stubborn for all of the wrong reasons and it wasn't helping their budding relationship at all. "Yeah, okay . . . I really am sorry I talked to you like that . . . I didn't mean to raise my voice. I'm just . . . I didn't mean to be mean or anything." Standing up, Booth stared down at his bare toes. "I'm not good company right now. I'm going back to bed."

She was concerned for him and was worried that he wasn't behaving like himself. Shaking her head, Brennan pointed to the bed. "No, lay down here. I . . . I want to be near you tonight. I will feel more comfortable if you are with me."

Surprised with her request, Booth thought it over quickly and sat back down on the bed. "Okay, sure . . . Just don't try to take advantage of me while I'm sleeping."

Outraged, Brennan glared at him. "What does that mean? I would never . . "

Holding up his hand, Booth laughed. "I'm kidding, Bones . . . It was a joke. I was just trying to lighten the mood between us."

Mollified, Brennan shook her head. "You have a strange sense of humor sometimes."

Curious, Booth asked her,"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan frowned and after thinking it over, she smiled. "I don't know. Sometimes it's a good thing."

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