A/N: this was written this Summer before the present Hodgins story arc. No disrespect intended...
"Booth, it's me. I'm going to be late tonight. I came to the emergency room with Angela. An ambulance brought Hodgins in a few minutes ago."
"Whoa, is he alright? What happened? I'm on the way home. Do you need me to come by the hospital?"
"You don't have to come by, although you may need to pick up Michael-Vincent from school. Hodgins inhaled some unknown substance and seems to be having a reaction to it."
"Reaction? Did it make him sick? Is he having trouble breathing? That sounds scary. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. The fumes he inhaled were volatile gases in the bottom of a tank. He went down to take a sample without wearing a gas mask, and he was almost overcome, but the firefighters at the scene were able to get him out quickly. However, he does seem to be intoxicated from exposure to the fumes."
"Sounds like he had a close call. Wait a minute...he got high on chemical fumes? Is he going to be okay?"
"He got high in a manner very similar to that of people purposefully inhaling fumes, but he seems better right now. The ER doctors are giving him oxygen, and they want to keep him overnight for observation, but they say he should be fine. They'll check him out for permanent lung damage, but the doctor treating him said he didn't expect that to occur.
"So maybe Hodgins finally learns his lesson about breathing chemicals without a mask, right?"
"I hope so. Angela seems to be quite annoyed with him. You don't have to pick up Michael-Vincent. Angela's dad is taking care of him. I'll be home as soon as they get Hodgins in a room."
"Okay. Bye." Booth shook his head. The smartest guys could do the dumbest things….