Letters To No One (9/?) Day 84
Letters to No One
Author: ColleenMcPinto
Rating: T
Pairing: B&B
Spoilers: The Beginning in the End.
Summary: B&B write letters in their year apart.
A/N: Hey all. Sorry it’s been so long since my last update. Last week was incredibly busy, but the good news is my husband and I are officially homeowners! We closed on our house Wednesday and have been doing stuff in it ever since. Then, I had to go to a goodbye party for my sister and her husband. They’re moving to Dallas. I think it may have inspired me for future chapters.
Anywho, a quick note about this letter, it’s a bit different from the last ones. I had a small injury last Sunday and it’s still bothering me, then I was watching some past episodes and noticed Bones gets hurt a lot. So, I kept that in mind as I wrote this letter.
Day 84
She’s tired, achy, sore, and a little nervous. It’s been more than a week since she received his letter, but she hasn’t had time to respond until now. It’s a good reason, her tardiness, but he won’t be happy at all. That’s where the nerves come from. When something happens to her, he comes to the rescue. She knows he’s bound by the army now, but she still can’t help thinking he’d find a way to get to her. She doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to make his life more complicated than she already has, and she’s not quite ready to see him yet. But she also misses him and wants him to hear what happened from her, and not a 3rd party, so she grabs her pen and paper and starts writing.
Dear Booth,
I apologize for my tardy response. Things at the dig site got very intense and we had a bit of an emergency. Well, I had a bit of an emergency.
There’s no real cause for alarm, but I’ve been at the hospital in Jakarta for a week, actually since the day I received your letter. I’ve been resting and healing, but I’m fine. Angela and Hodgins flew back over to visit and make sure I was fine. I put Ange as my emergency contact but they really needn’t have come it was just a minor injury; although, seeing them again was very nice.
I suppose you want to know what happened. You’re probably standing there with this letter, all blustery. I can see your face in my mind, you’re making that one that you always make… you know clenching your jaw, and furrowing your brow, your lips pressed together in a tight line, or your mouth may be opening and shutting repeatedly. You always do that when I’ve irritated you, or when I say something you don’t want to hear, or when I follow you or lead the way in pursuit of a suspect you didn’t want me to go on, or even if I just take too long getting to the point of things but you don’t really want to interrupt me... you know that face, I bet you’re making it now.
Anyway, the point of this letter, I received a minor injury while working in one of the deeper tunnels. Kurt, one of the residents working for me found some more remains buried deeper in our tunnel, so we needed our portable imaging device to make sure we didn’t disturb the integrity of the tunnel, or damage any other remains that might be there. I was very far down in the shaft and they had to harness the equipment in this modified pulley to get it down to me. The pulley broke and the imaging device fell on me. I received a moderate laceration on my scalp, near the parietal bone. It only took 8 stitches. I also ended up fracturing the right zygomaticofacial formen… you would call it the cheekbone. It’s really not that bad. But, since I was mildly concussed they kept me in hospital for observation, then they wanted to make sure the fracture was stable and that I wouldn’t need facial surgery to pin it. I told the doctors who I was and after looking at my x-rays I assured them that I would be fine, that I needed to get back to the dig site, but they wouldn’t discharge me for at least 2 days because I lost consciousness. Then Hodgins and Angela showed up (apparently Hodgins has a jet at his disposal). Ange says because of the shape and height of my cheekbones I’m more susceptible to fracture destabilization (which I know, Angela seems to have forgotten that bones are my thing, but I looked at my films and they looked normal except for the fracture!) Well, Ange wanted me to stay an extra day, just to make sure, I did it to mollify her. Then I ended up having some vertigo, so the doctors made me stay yet another day. It was all very unnecessary and it set me back immensely at the dig site.
So, that’s it Booth. I just wanted to let you know that, in layman’s terms, I fractured my face and got a mild concussion, but I’m fine. There is no reason for you to go AWOL or anything. And Hodgins wants you to know he got a picture of my face complete with a huge Shriner, I think he called it. What an odd name for a bruise around my orbital cavity. The last few weeks have been an adventure for me, too bad it wasn’t a jungle adventure.
Please don’t worry about me Booth, I promise I’m fine. Angela sends her love, and Hodgins says he’s sending you that picture.
I hope you’re doing well and staying safe.
281 day,
Bones.
P.S. This hospital doesn’t serve pudding, so it wouldn’t be worth coming to me rescue even if I needed it, which I don’t. Please don’t do anything rash.
She folded the letter and slipped it in the envelope, and put it in the outgoing mail box. She was still in Jakarta, working at the archaeology centre until the doctors gave her the OK to go back to the islands. She realized it would be relatively easy for him to find her there. As much as she wasn’t ready to see him yet, and didn’t want him to get in trouble a part of her hoped that he would find a way to get there.