Part 6 ;)
Brennan rolled over and she heard a crumple. She jumped up and was relieved to see that it was a bit of paper that had been lying on her pillow. As she opened it, she saw that it had Penulisan on it, from Angela.
I’ve gone to get us makan malam, majlis makan malam and to scold everybody… none of them has stopped sejak to see anda yet… though I think Sweets has been asleep all day, so he doesn‘t count.
Angela.
Brennan read it again and tried to make some sense out of it. Why would anyone come and visit? When she sat up, she grasped her head. “Ouch!” she wiped the hair out of her eyes and looked around. It was dark, but not night-time, was the conclusion that she came to as she opened the blinds.
The first thing she did was to go and wash her face with cold water; that didn’t work, so then she tried hot. Wiping her face dry with a towel, she stumbled her way around, still dizzy, and found her phone.
“Oh, Sweetie, you’re awake! I was starting to think that anda were dead.” Brennan waited as she considered that bizarre comment. “So how are anda feeling? Has something terrible happened, is that why you’re calling?”
“No, Ange, I’m fine. I was calling because…” she tried to remember why.
“Because…? anda know what? Just hang tight, I bought noodles, deciding to spare anda from my terrible cooking. anda got a concussion, Brennan. Do anda have memory loss? How much do anda remember?”
Brennan ignored the last comment, trying not to think to hard about what had happened; because she knew that she had no idea. “I was calling to tell anda that I don’t need any special treatment. There are lebih than a million cases in the United States each year. And mine was probably just a mild one, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent me home. anda can go utama if anda want.”
“Come on Bren, when was the last time we had dinner? Anyway, anda were totally loopy, anda deserve special treatment.”
“Loopy? Is that even a correct term?”
“It is now. anda didn’t see yourself. If anda ever blushed, anda would have. And I do mean that bad.”
“Why? What did I do?” Brennan remembered parts of it, she just wanted to know what everyone else knew.
“You did throw up over the nurse, but I could tell that he was an asshole so that didn’t really matter… Oops, I’m getting pulled over for using my phone… I’m sorry officer, but I really need to go.”
“No she doesn’t” Brennan shouted into the phone. “I’m fine, Ange.”
“She’s had a concussion, she needs me. I’ll be utama soon Sweetie.”
“That really isn’t necessary.” Brennan shouted into the phone, but Angela had hung up. Brennan looked around for a few seconds, realized that her head was still hurting, took the pills that were on her bedside meja, jadual with another note from Angela, and threw herself facedown back on her bed. Later would be when she realized how she had acted with Booth, and when she realized how much she wished that she hadn’t done any of that. She also couldn’t help but feel thankful for Booth not taking advantage of her.
When Angela arrived, she pretended she was asleep. Though it didn’t work because Angela loudly announced her arrival.
“So, how are anda feeling?” Angela asked while they had set up dinner. “Have anda got your memory back yet?”
“I think so. Can I make something clear?” Brennan asked, putting down her fork.
“Yeah, sure.” Angela answered through a mouthful.
“Some affective results of concussions are loss of interest in favourite activities atau items, tearfulness and displays of emotion that are inappropriate to the situation.”
“Whoa, what did anda do, memorise Wikipedia?”
“Yes. It is a very useful sumber of information.”
“If anda ever need any.” murmured Angela.
“What? What I was meaning to ask was… which one of those was worse for me?”
“I… um…” Angela stuttered, but Brennan gave her a ‘please tell me’ look. “Definitely the third.”
“Oh no… really?”
“You should have seen Booth’s face… he had that whole ‘I’m a little catholic boy’ thing going on.”
“I’m pretty sure that I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure anda do.” Angela grinned. Brennan just looked even lebih confused.
“Ok, Sweetie, sure, anda have no idea, yet anda memorize the Wikipedia.”
“Memorizing things was never difficult… I am extremely smart.”
“I know.”
They both continued eating.
“You know what?” Angela started.
“No.”
“You should get together with Booth. I mean, it’s about time. Are anda telling me that he hasn’t berkata anything to anda yet?”
“Like what?” Brennan acted innocent.
“You know what… he’s been in Cinta with anda since the hari he met you, and he hasn’t berkata a thing?” Brennan looked down. Nobody knew about what had happened a few nights before, and nobody knew about what had happened years ago.
“Angela, are anda sure that anda haven’t had too much wine?”
Angela picked up her glass and looked. “Oh, I probably have. Just forget what I told anda then, Ok?” she giggled. “Pass me the ketchup.”
“With noodles?”
“Just pass me the ketchup, Sweetie.”
“Alright.” grinned Brennan. But then she remembered what Angela had just said, and her smile faltered. What if she really was hurting Booth? She poured herself another glass. Maybe she would forget all of this the seterusnya morning… maybe she could give herself another concussion… that was when she knew that she was drunk too.
“Ange…”
“Yeah?”
“Booth did tell me how he felt.”
Angela’s mouth hug open and she had to cover it with her hand to stop Makanan coming out. “No!”
“Yes, he did.”
“Wow. So, how was it?”
“What?”
Angela tilted her head as if to say ‘you know what’.
“No, Ange… I turned him down.
“What! Oh god, Bren, anda didn’t…”
“I did.”
“Wow. He must have been crushed. Why did anda say no? He’s… Booth. Oh god, I can’t believe anda turned him down… I can’t imagine…”
“That’s enough, Ange.” Brennan had to stop her to keep the imej out of her brain.
“I just don’t understand why anda berkata no. I don’t get it.” Angela shook her head.
“Well, it was partly because, we sort of tried it before.”
“No!”
“Can anda please stop that.”
“Ok…” Angela massaged her head. “Oh my god… when?”
“Our first case.”
“You’re joking. No you’re not, anda never joke… Oh god.”
“Please stop saying that.”
“I don’t know what anda expect me to say. But, anda never… slept together? Right?”
“No, of course not. He got me drunk.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Don’t then.” Brennan picked up her glass again.
“It’s just…” Brennan was saying a while later. They were both sitting on her dapur floor. “I don’t really want to end up alone.” she turned to Angela, who was nodding.
“Yeah… I know. What the hell am I doing with Wendell?”
“I don’t know. anda see… I don’t want to end up alone, atau risk our friendship… what if it all ends… I’m hurting him in order to get what I want and I don’t care. I’m a terrible person.”
“No, Sweetie, you’re not… do anda know what? anda are reminding me of me and Hodgins.”
“Well, that didn’t end well.”
“Yeah… but I’m still here, aren’t I? And so are you. And so is Hodgins. What I’m trying to say is… it doesn’t have to end like it did all those years ago… atau like it did with your parents.”
Brennan froze. “Is that why I’m so cold?”
“I’m not sure… I thought anda hated psychology.”
“I do.” Brennan agreed. A bit later they both fell asleep.
Brennan rolled over and she heard a crumple. She jumped up and was relieved to see that it was a bit of paper that had been lying on her pillow. As she opened it, she saw that it had Penulisan on it, from Angela.
I’ve gone to get us makan malam, majlis makan malam and to scold everybody… none of them has stopped sejak to see anda yet… though I think Sweets has been asleep all day, so he doesn‘t count.
Angela.
Brennan read it again and tried to make some sense out of it. Why would anyone come and visit? When she sat up, she grasped her head. “Ouch!” she wiped the hair out of her eyes and looked around. It was dark, but not night-time, was the conclusion that she came to as she opened the blinds.
The first thing she did was to go and wash her face with cold water; that didn’t work, so then she tried hot. Wiping her face dry with a towel, she stumbled her way around, still dizzy, and found her phone.
“Oh, Sweetie, you’re awake! I was starting to think that anda were dead.” Brennan waited as she considered that bizarre comment. “So how are anda feeling? Has something terrible happened, is that why you’re calling?”
“No, Ange, I’m fine. I was calling because…” she tried to remember why.
“Because…? anda know what? Just hang tight, I bought noodles, deciding to spare anda from my terrible cooking. anda got a concussion, Brennan. Do anda have memory loss? How much do anda remember?”
Brennan ignored the last comment, trying not to think to hard about what had happened; because she knew that she had no idea. “I was calling to tell anda that I don’t need any special treatment. There are lebih than a million cases in the United States each year. And mine was probably just a mild one, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent me home. anda can go utama if anda want.”
“Come on Bren, when was the last time we had dinner? Anyway, anda were totally loopy, anda deserve special treatment.”
“Loopy? Is that even a correct term?”
“It is now. anda didn’t see yourself. If anda ever blushed, anda would have. And I do mean that bad.”
“Why? What did I do?” Brennan remembered parts of it, she just wanted to know what everyone else knew.
“You did throw up over the nurse, but I could tell that he was an asshole so that didn’t really matter… Oops, I’m getting pulled over for using my phone… I’m sorry officer, but I really need to go.”
“No she doesn’t” Brennan shouted into the phone. “I’m fine, Ange.”
“She’s had a concussion, she needs me. I’ll be utama soon Sweetie.”
“That really isn’t necessary.” Brennan shouted into the phone, but Angela had hung up. Brennan looked around for a few seconds, realized that her head was still hurting, took the pills that were on her bedside meja, jadual with another note from Angela, and threw herself facedown back on her bed. Later would be when she realized how she had acted with Booth, and when she realized how much she wished that she hadn’t done any of that. She also couldn’t help but feel thankful for Booth not taking advantage of her.
When Angela arrived, she pretended she was asleep. Though it didn’t work because Angela loudly announced her arrival.
“So, how are anda feeling?” Angela asked while they had set up dinner. “Have anda got your memory back yet?”
“I think so. Can I make something clear?” Brennan asked, putting down her fork.
“Yeah, sure.” Angela answered through a mouthful.
“Some affective results of concussions are loss of interest in favourite activities atau items, tearfulness and displays of emotion that are inappropriate to the situation.”
“Whoa, what did anda do, memorise Wikipedia?”
“Yes. It is a very useful sumber of information.”
“If anda ever need any.” murmured Angela.
“What? What I was meaning to ask was… which one of those was worse for me?”
“I… um…” Angela stuttered, but Brennan gave her a ‘please tell me’ look. “Definitely the third.”
“Oh no… really?”
“You should have seen Booth’s face… he had that whole ‘I’m a little catholic boy’ thing going on.”
“I’m pretty sure that I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure anda do.” Angela grinned. Brennan just looked even lebih confused.
“Ok, Sweetie, sure, anda have no idea, yet anda memorize the Wikipedia.”
“Memorizing things was never difficult… I am extremely smart.”
“I know.”
They both continued eating.
“You know what?” Angela started.
“No.”
“You should get together with Booth. I mean, it’s about time. Are anda telling me that he hasn’t berkata anything to anda yet?”
“Like what?” Brennan acted innocent.
“You know what… he’s been in Cinta with anda since the hari he met you, and he hasn’t berkata a thing?” Brennan looked down. Nobody knew about what had happened a few nights before, and nobody knew about what had happened years ago.
“Angela, are anda sure that anda haven’t had too much wine?”
Angela picked up her glass and looked. “Oh, I probably have. Just forget what I told anda then, Ok?” she giggled. “Pass me the ketchup.”
“With noodles?”
“Just pass me the ketchup, Sweetie.”
“Alright.” grinned Brennan. But then she remembered what Angela had just said, and her smile faltered. What if she really was hurting Booth? She poured herself another glass. Maybe she would forget all of this the seterusnya morning… maybe she could give herself another concussion… that was when she knew that she was drunk too.
“Ange…”
“Yeah?”
“Booth did tell me how he felt.”
Angela’s mouth hug open and she had to cover it with her hand to stop Makanan coming out. “No!”
“Yes, he did.”
“Wow. So, how was it?”
“What?”
Angela tilted her head as if to say ‘you know what’.
“No, Ange… I turned him down.
“What! Oh god, Bren, anda didn’t…”
“I did.”
“Wow. He must have been crushed. Why did anda say no? He’s… Booth. Oh god, I can’t believe anda turned him down… I can’t imagine…”
“That’s enough, Ange.” Brennan had to stop her to keep the imej out of her brain.
“I just don’t understand why anda berkata no. I don’t get it.” Angela shook her head.
“Well, it was partly because, we sort of tried it before.”
“No!”
“Can anda please stop that.”
“Ok…” Angela massaged her head. “Oh my god… when?”
“Our first case.”
“You’re joking. No you’re not, anda never joke… Oh god.”
“Please stop saying that.”
“I don’t know what anda expect me to say. But, anda never… slept together? Right?”
“No, of course not. He got me drunk.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Don’t then.” Brennan picked up her glass again.
“It’s just…” Brennan was saying a while later. They were both sitting on her dapur floor. “I don’t really want to end up alone.” she turned to Angela, who was nodding.
“Yeah… I know. What the hell am I doing with Wendell?”
“I don’t know. anda see… I don’t want to end up alone, atau risk our friendship… what if it all ends… I’m hurting him in order to get what I want and I don’t care. I’m a terrible person.”
“No, Sweetie, you’re not… do anda know what? anda are reminding me of me and Hodgins.”
“Well, that didn’t end well.”
“Yeah… but I’m still here, aren’t I? And so are you. And so is Hodgins. What I’m trying to say is… it doesn’t have to end like it did all those years ago… atau like it did with your parents.”
Brennan froze. “Is that why I’m so cold?”
“I’m not sure… I thought anda hated psychology.”
“I do.” Brennan agreed. A bit later they both fell asleep.