Un uomo sudato e affannato, senza giacca e con l’aria di essere un pazzo scappato dal manicomio correva a perdifiato tra lo spartitraffico delle due arterie principali di Washington. Molto presto sarebbe stato affiancato da un’auto della polizia e, di certo, il conducente si sarebbe stupito di vedere il distintivo dell’FBI sventolare sotto il his nose.
now lacked little. A right turn and would have reached the clinic. She'd just have to hope not to faint.
arrived in front of the receptionist. A woman with an absurd hairdo looked at him wide-eyed.
"Excuse me?"
"Temperance Brennan." Although he was not sure whether he should or not to give that person a rope looking messy, he laid the curiosity to check out the list of patients. Without any professional, let alone touch, read aloud.
"Here, Brennan, voluntary abortion. Hours half past eleven. "
" Abortion? "From red to access the sforzo compiuto il colorito dell’agente divenne pallido.
“Dove si trova?”
“Non so posso darle questa informazione... ”.
Un’assistente venne in suo soccorso. “Claire, hai detto fin troppo a questo signore. Ora ti resta solo di indicargli dove si svolgerà l’intervento.” La donna di colore la redarguì con severità.
A Claire non rimase che ingoiare il boccone amaro. “Tredicesimo piano, sulla destra. Sempre dritti fino in fondo al corridoio.”
Booth volò letteralmente verso gli ascensori.
“Non capisco perché non abbiamo ancora iniziato!”
“Cerca di stare calma, hanno detto che la sala operatoria has been busy for a sudden emergency. "
Brennan was about to lose patience.
Dr. Holden came to meet the doubts of the two women.
"We have admitted this woman by accident on the seventh of Constitution Avenue. She was pregnant twenty-six weeks and we were forced to give birth to the child. "
" If you'll do? "Asked the anxious Montenegro.
"Now it is in neonatal intensive care, but we are optimistic. Ottocentosettanta grams for a child so a few weeks is a lot. "
" Is it possible that there is only one operating room in this place? ". The impatience of Temperance was increasing minute in minutes.
Seeley Booth's heartbeat was accelerated beyond belief.
If he had any doubt that what had been a nightmare had started shouting to passers-by and, perhaps, would be thrown out the window to try to fly.
But he knew too well that it was not a dream.
Bones was about to go under the knife, yes, but there was no cancer to be removed.
He was about to terminate the pregnancy. A pregnancy of which he was not aware .
Cam and Angela, Hodgins even, perhaps, he was not.
He had not been told anything.
He felt guilty because he should have known.
If I was not too fuck myself busy by an alleged killer, perhaps ...
immediately senses that this attitude was wrong.
Sweets would have to say about her. But that was not the time to think about therapy. Neither in the former cell mate. Neither the allegations about his alleged innocence feared by Dr Reid.
Now he had only to deal with Bones and the child who was throwing in the bin of organic waste.
he came to the operating room.
There was none.
Too late, he said.
A doctor in a suit and tie was about to take up. Seeing him so breathless met him.
"Seek?"
"Brennan, Temperance Brennan."
"This is a young woman with a girlfriend half Asian?"
"Yes, they are. Angela and Bones! Where can I find? "
" I guess it's a matter of utmost urgency. Relax and breathe. "
" Tell me where, please. "
" I've seen directed towards the terrace a few moments ago. "
" What balcony? "
" At the end of this corridor. "
The large terrace on the thirteenth floor of the clinic was designed as a place of relaxation for residents. Closed by a glass that protected it from all possible changes in temperature, was decorated by flowering plants and small fruit trees.
At that time swarming of nurses and various medical personnel who would stop for a chat or a quick snack.
Angela and Temperance had chosen a secluded corner, including a cedar tree and a bench occupied by two elderly women. Temperance
saw him coming and was immediately flooded with emotion.
He wanted to disappear, hiding, exile. Run away into the unknown, perhaps thrust into the earth. Seeing him thus destroyed understood what had been small and petty.
was wrong. He was wrong not to warn him. The dark light that he read in his eyes made her feel like shit literally.
"Booth", exhaled a groan.
"Do not do it" his tone of voice was high. The attention of many was for them.
"Why are you here?" Angela dodged as if he wanted to get out of the scene. But in that scene in the play were all there.
"Do not do it, you do not, do not kill this child."
"Please, Booth, you can not ..." did not finish the sentence that if he found himself kneeling at her feet. The
grabbed his legs. He squeezed her. All the excitement for the discovery to be one step away from returning to be a father and no longer be dumped in the embrace.
"You can not, you do not, want not." Bones, unable to be rational, embraced him in turn. He bent over him until they were face to face. The sides slid into a caress almost violent, decisive. And then a whisper, a voice that had ever heard, as revealed in a litany: "Every single breath, by the end of all my breath. I will protect you from all evil. Forever if you want. "
That phrase struck immensely. Drove a hiccup with all the strength he had.
"I do not know maybe it's too late for long-term projects?"
"Why?"
"Where Booth," he asked stepping back as if afraid that the physical proximity could tarnish his conviction, "Where have you been all this time? " was accusing him. But with a sweetness in the voice sound like a declaration of love.
"I know where I am now. I know you want to help ... "
" No, you can! You can not help me until you'll be fine. Do not remember the other night? I have declined. And you were right. Yes, I thought, you were right. You are not ready for a relationship now. "
" But I do not care if you or I never will be. I want this baby. Your child is my son. "
" And what I want is not important? "Inert spectators' attention was total. Around the couple had created an almost magical silence. Someone asked if it was a staged setting. Maybe it was making a film to all, in order to get more spontaneity on the part of participants. To break the spell was the medical team, claimed Temperance.
"The operating room is ready," he informed a young nurse with diligence.
"No more," Booth said, rising. The stakeholders did the same clinging to his arms.
"I'm ready," he proclaimed.
understanding what the situation was delicate, the gynecologist up beside the subject.
"You can still procrastinate, miss ... "
" No "she quickly hurried.
"No, you can delay. We need to talk. "
" No we do not have "a fierce debate was only beginning.
The heated debate was only beginning.
Temperance Booth looked with flashing eyes: "This is pathetic and wrong!"
"But why do this to me? I want to kill something. "
" If that is the problem you sleep soundly. It is not yours. "He said it almost lightly. His voice was firm. She did not notice the new ice that fell on that balcony.
Booth considered that statement as a lie. course it's mine, otherwise who else?
"Bones ... "
" Do you understand? Now do not insist. "
" I do not care. "
" A yes? Would you be ready to work as if it were your own. Very generous. The problem is that I do not want it. I do not want to occupy myself. "He sighed.
Booth At that point he felt helpless.
He surrendered to the Bones of his decision even though it was a bad dog.
not believe it.
sleep soundly. It is not yours. The
had said too much emphasis.
My Bones not know his own mind, he saw, smiling bitterly.
And now the only option was to look at her go, without being able to lift a finger.
"I would be ready to give his life for both. "he cried when she was one step away from entering into the operating room.
The anesthesiologist, a rather portly young man had been shaved between those who had witnessed the quarrel on the terrace.
was also the one who was kicked off the operation.
He looked at his patient with pain but also with consideration.
This woman apparently had to be tiny and pale, in fact, a very strong and courageous.
"You know. Sometimes life holds for us strange textures. "He announced before putting the needle into an IV and begin the anesthesia. Temperance
not answered. He closed his eyes hoping to
surrender to sleep as soon as artificial.
"I say this after seeing your diatribe. I speak of her and her boyfriend. "
" It's not my boyfriend. It is a colleague. "
" Well, whoever he is is someone who would give his life for her and her son. Maybe acceptable, although it is not biologically his. But I repeat: the fate sometimes makes jokes incomprehensible. Some call it fate, others by God .. Well I'll tell you one thing: the incident on Constitution Avenue. You know what was caused by? The driver was distracted watching the incident yesterday meant that the remains were discovered that she was working "
" How fa a saperlo...?”. La sua voce stava diventando flebile.
“E quel bambino venuto fuori a soli ventisei settimane? Beh, se il conducente del tir non si fosse distratto andando a tamponare sulla donna incinta, il bambino non sarebbe sopravvissuto. La vita riserva trame strane, ripeto.”
“Non capisco... ”
“Era in sofferenza fetale. La placenta ha smesso all’improvviso di funzionare e sarebbe morto entro poche ore. Ma l’incidente ha dato modo che nascesse anzitempo. Ora ce la farà.”
“Perché mi sta dicendo tutto questo?”. Bones non sapeva se essere infuriata con quell’uomo o se essergli grata. Le sue parole stavano scalfendo la sua determinazione. E this was not a good thing, in his opinion.
"What I mean is that her boyfriend, or whatever it is, has had time to tell her that he wants the baby because there was an accident, she would do otherwise at this for a while and curettage probably now would be a bite to eat in the canteen. "
" I do not want to hear these sermons. "
" If you believe in destiny, it means something. Take a listen to that man. Maybe not biologically the father, but has a huge desire to do so. To grow this little one. And, any place will take your report, read in his eyes for ever resentment for having taken this possibility. "
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