Aubrey had called to say there'd been an accident. Booth raced to the emergency room. "Temperance Brennan? My wife! Car accident? I want to see her now!"
"Booth!" It was Aubrey.
"Jesus! What happened, Aubrey? Where's Bones?"
"Breathe, Booth. Dr. B's banged up but she's gonna be okay. Nothing major. The doctor's with her now.
"Right." Booth nodded, still shaky from adrenaline. "Breathe. What happened? Where's her car?"
"I was driving." Aubrey shook his head and sighed. "We had the light but a car plowed into us on the passenger side where Dr. B was sitting. I'm glad the SUV has all those air bags, and she was wearing her seatbelt so she didn't hit the dashboard."
Booth paced frantically. "I just wanna see her, okay?"
"Agent Booth? I'm Dr. Finnegan. Your wife is in fairly good shape except for the concussion. She took quite a blow to the head. That's why she was transported here." The doctor and Booth walked toward the patient cubicles. "I must warn you...she appears to be confused, but don't worry. It's most likely temporary."
"Most likely?…..Bones, I was so worried about you…"
Brennan glared at him. "Don't call me Bones! I hate that! Why did the hospital call you?"
"Umm...because we're married?"
"Very funny. If I did participate in that archaic ritual, it wouldn't be with you, Booth."
"Bones...we're married...we have children…"
"I'd never bring children into this violent world…" Brennan was becoming agitated.
"Agent Booth", Dr. Finnegan began, "Dr. Brennan needs to rest." She pulled Booth out of the room.
Booth was panicked. "What happened to my wife's memory?"
"A blow to the head can leave a person disoriented. We're keeping her overnight. Things should be better tomorrow."
Booth ran his hands over his face and sighed. "God, I hope so."