Brennan lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to get her bearings. It took her a minute to remember she was down in Limbo. She felt the bone fragments scattered around her. Some of the bone drawers had been partially jarred out of the shelves and others had fallen to the floor. Several shelving units had been damaged.
She took a mental inventory of her injuries. Based on the angle of her leg, her patella was dislocated. Her right ulna was probably fractured, and based on how the room was spinning, she had a concussion. She touched her face and felt blood on her forehead.
She tried to concentrate. She had been on a ladder trying to get a set of bones from one of the uppermost units. She had heard the rumble of the vibration moving across the room. Her hands were full of bone trays. She'd tried to brace herself, but then she was falling…
She closed her eyes and sat up. The nausea was horrible. She pulled her foot around to the front, rolling the patella back into place. She cried out trying to stand and realized her tibia was also fractured.
As Brennan's eyes adjusted to the darkness she began to understand the magnitude of her problem. She could pull herself toward the door but it was blocked with debris. With her injuries, she wouldn't be able to move the debris by herself. She reached for her phone and remembered it was charging on her desk. A wave of panic washed over her. She was trapped in Limbo.
She willed herself to remain calm. There were safety protocols at the Jeffersonian. If she didn't check in they'd look for her. She also trusted Booth. He wouldn't rest until he knew where she was. She just had to wait….