Okay, here is another pretty long chapter :D And unfortunately, also the last one :( anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. (Thank god this is the last time I have to say this, it's depressing xD).
"Is he going to be okay?"
It had been two hours since the firemen had arrived and they'd pulled an unconscious Booth out of the submarine, but she still hadn't gotten a proper answer to the question she'd been asking every few minutes. Brennan paced through the waiting room, harassing every nurse that crossed her path. Finally there was one that actually came from Booth's surgery and Brennan immediately overloaded her with questions. The answer was, as she'd suspected, not very clear.
"He's still in surgery and it's possible that he'll stay there for a while. If I were you I'd get some rest and we'll let you know how he's doing tomorrow."
"Can you at least tell me what's wrong with im? Is it his foot?" Brennan kept asking. No way she'd sleep, or get any other kind of rest, while Booth was being cut open.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that. You're not his family or his wife."
"I'm his partner, okay? I have a right to know!"
The nurse sighed and looked at Brennan. Brennan glared back. The nurse gave in.
"We're operating on his foot right now, but that's not the biggest problem. His blood oxygenation levels suggest he didn't get enough air for quite some time."
"What are you talking about? We had plenty of oxygen, I broke the windo-"
She fell silent as realization hit her.
She'd had enough oxygen, but while she'd been looking for help she'd also been blocking her partner's air supply. It was her fault.
"Dr. Brennan? Are you conscious? Can you open your eyes?"
The voice was familiar. Brennan couldn't place it but the feeling of annoyance it caused didn't promise anything good. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and blinked against the bright light.
"Oh, thank god, you're okay! Yep, it's me, dr. Brennan. After my Lancelot fired me I thought it might be better to find a new job, since you're like, the only forensic anthropologist around, you know. So Lancelot told me that they needed more nurses here, and well, here I am! Isn't this great? I was afraid I might never see you again!"
Brennan stared at her blankly.
"Oh, right, you probably want to know what happened, don't you? Well, you fainted, most likely because of that nasty gash you've got at your hip there. I was just busy removing the glass when you woke up." Daisy said cheerfully, reminding Brennan why she'd fired Daisy in the first place.
"Is Booth out of surg- OUCH!" She screamed as she felt someone poking into her hip.
"Shouldn't you sedate me for this?"
Daisy looked up at her, confused. It took her a moment to realize her mistake.
"Oh my god, sorry! You were unconscious so I thought it wouldn't be necessary. Let me get a syringe…" Brennan grabbed Daisy's arm, stopping her from looking for another sharp instrument to stick into Brennan's hip.
"I don't care about my stupid hip, okay? Just find out where Booth is, or I will get you fired from this place too. Trust me, I'll sue you for malpractice if it's the only way, do you understand?"
Daisy stood there for a while, motionless.
"Yeah, okay. I'll do that."
Brennan continued to glare at her as Daisy didn't move.
"Could you maybe.. let go of my arm?" Daisy asked shyly. Not moving her eyes, Brennan let go of said arm. As Daisy left the room Brennan could see the marks she'd left, but was too worried to feel guilty. For the first time, she looked at her hip, which was now starting to sting. The wound was deeper than she'd thought, but that didn't stop her from leaving. She rummaged through a few drawers, eventually finding a band-aid that looked big enough to cover the gash. She put it over the wound and pulled down her shirt, thought the bloodstain on it didn't really help. Strategically placing her hand over it, she walked out of the room, determined to find out where her partner was. At first, she was overwhelmed by the amount of people rushing around the place. Judging from her surroundings, she'd been brought to the ER. She made her way through the crowd to the nearest desk.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where Seeley Booth is? He was brought in here about two and a half hours ago."
"Are you family?"
Oh, not again. Not wanting to have to raise her voice against another innocent hospital employee, she faked a smile and told the nurse that yes, she was his wife. The nurse eyed her, clearly unconvinced, confirming Brennan's suspicions that her fake smile left a lot to be desired. Luckily, the nurse decided not to confront her about it and looked the name up.
"Sorry, I can't find anything about a Seeley Boot."
"Booth, not boot. And how did you spell his first name?"
Brennan rolled her eyes. "Just let me do this." She climbed over the counter and pushed against the chair the nurse was sitting in, causing it to roll into the busy crowd quite some distance from its original place.
She looked at the computer screen and typed the name again, correctly this time. The computer found a record in the database and opened Booth's file. The screen said he'd gotten out of surgery about fifteen minutes ago and he was now in room 2506 for recovery. Brennan quickly closed the file and made her way out of the ER, hoping the nurse wouldn't track her down. As she stepped into an elevator, she realized she hadn't taken the time to ask which floor his room was on. Guessing it would be on the second floor, she pressed the button. The plate next to it informed her it was the 'intensive care' floor. At least it didn't say 'morgue', she thought, trying to copy Daisy's cheerfulness. As more people got into the elevator, Brennan noticed them staring at her. Confused, she looked down. Oh. The band-aid hadn't helped very much and her shirt was even more soaked with blood now. She placed her hand over it again, hoping people would think the blood wasn't her own.
She finally arrived at the second floor, and luckily there were boards indicating which way to go. Though she practically ran through the halls, she froze when she actually got to Booth's room. How many times would she have to go through seeing him like that? He looked peaceful, sleeping. But the tubes in his nose and arms and the heart rate monitor betrayed that he was anything but fine. She chuckled as she saw the pudding waiting for him. The staff probably remembered him and his love for the food from his previous visits. She hesitated for a moment, then entered the room. It was silent inside, apart from the steady blips coming from the monitor. Brennan took a chair from the corner of the room and positioned it next to Booth's bed.
As she sat down on it, she took Booth's hand in her own. A small smile formed on her lips as she heard the tempo of the blips increase slightly. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, finally realizing how tired she was.
Brennan woke up as she felt a hand squeezing her own. She shot up and took in the room. Her back was sore from lying in a strange position the whole night, as she could vaguely see light coming through the blinds. Remembering the reason she was in the room, she turned around.
"Have been for a while actually, but I didn't want to wake you up." He said, smiling.
"How are you feeling?"
"I almost killed you, Booth! I should've thought of the fact that I was blocking the only entrance."
"Relax, I'm going to be fine. They got all the glass out of my foot and I'm not brain damaged.. I think."
"Then why are you bleeding?" She said, looking at the bloodstain on the bed.
"That's not my blood, Bones."
"Huh? Oh, right," she said as she remembered her own injury "maybe I should let Daisy know I'm alright. She's probably worried."
Booth didn't react, and Brennan took it as confusion.
"Yeah, she works here now. I think I scared her a little last night.."
"I know. She came into the room a while ago, she looked terrified when she saw you. What did you do to her?"
"She was keeping me from finding you!"
"Let me guess, she was taking care of your wound?"
"That.." she struggled to find the right word "woman was pulling pieces of glass out of me without sedation. So, I threatened to get her fired."
Booth laughed, imagining the scene in his head.
"Come here." He said, motioning for her to get back on the bed.
Brennan hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.."
"Bones, just get over here, will you?" He smiled at her.
She gave in and lay down next to him, enjoying his body heat as he possessively slung an arm around her.
"Angela stopped by too, by the way." He said after a moment.
"How long have you been awake exactly?" Brennan asked, a little hurt that she hadn't been the first one to know he was going to be okay.
"A couple of hours.. but the point is that Angela told me they found her. Heather Taffet, and her sister. Apparently they couldn't resist the temptation of following us and the squints were able to track the signal. So we've got one less serial killer to worry about, huh Bones?"
"She's still alive. What if she escapes again?"
"She won't, I promise. They've got constant surveillance on her and she's not longer allowed to have visitors. And I'll do everything I can to get her convicted as soon as possible, okay?"
"'Kay." Brennan mumbled. She'd like to believe Booth but her rational side knew there was always a risk. She just hoped her rationality was wrong, for once.
Why is it that all my fics seem to end with Booth in a hospital bed lately? xD
It feels strange not to have a new chapter to write.. I've been working on this story for quite some time now :( I'd really like to know what you thought of it, not only this chapter but also the story as a whole :) So all you 95 story alerters out there and everyone else who reads this: see that button there? It says 'click me and make a writer happy!' in japanese. The site just translated it wrong :)