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Booth stared intently at the tiled floor of the waiting room, trying to drown the sounds made by distraught family members, sick patients and busy nurses. He'd never liked hospitals, the sterile environment gave him the creeps. But having to wait, without being able to do nothing about it, while the life of someone he deeply cared about hung on the balance, was unbearable. And the fact that it was Bones, his Bones, made it a hundred times worse.
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
A single tear escaped his eye as memories of what had happened flashed back before him. The whole ironic thing about it was that Bones should've had nothing to do it. The man that had shot her had been someone seeking revenge against Booth. He had been looking to take away the single most important thing to him, his son. Because as much as he cared about Brennan, as much as he loved her, and he did love her, that love couldn't compare to what he felt for his child. And he knew she understood that, respected that. That's why, when he found out who had been threatening him and his son, he had asked her to take care of him, to protect him, while he went looking for the bastard that had been making his life so miserable for the last week. He had given his son to her because she knew that if something happened to Parker, he wouldn't be able to live with himself any longer. Never in all his life, had it pained him so much being right. Because Brennan had done as she had promised and had taken a bullet that was not meant for her, but for Parker.
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
No, she shouldn't have been involved. But she had, because she cared for him, for his son. And now, maybe, he wouldn't be able to tell her. Tell her that he wouldn't know what to do with himself, either, if he were to lose her. Tell her that he loved her.
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give