Disproving Calculations - Part 1

Hospital?!

(Saturday, week 7)
(Does not correlate with any case of Bones)

"Again, I don't know how to start."

Our opener the last times we met and had time to talk, I smile when he says it. He makes it easy for me to get to know him. He says the same words every time, but the tone changes. From speaking out a fact like 2 and 2 makes 4, to really nervous, to happy and eager, what I am going to ask this time, to now a little embarrassed and looking clueless.

"How about telling me why our fourth date takes place in a hospital?"

I really want to know that. Because nobody told me. Angela, who called me, no idea. Hodgins, who picked me up at the bar, not allowed to tell me, before I spoke to the FBI dude they're working with, who made me sign an agreement not to tell anyone about what Zack would tell me.

I wonder, if he really doesn't know how to start. I mean man, that's the fourth date, right? A little too early for hospital visits. But I'm not angry at all. Thinking this, I'm smiling... This guy has something about him. That's what me lead me to think it may be time for the first kiss. Third 'date' was too early... For me, and probably for him.

So, step one: find out why you needed to come to a hospital for a date.
Step two: If good reason, find out if he's ready for the next step. (Probably there won't be a bad reason, when you had to talk to an FBI Agent before)
Step 3: find a way to do it without everyone watching.

"There was an accident in the lab. Hodgins and I started to examine a bag we found with the victim, without any safety arrangements. When he opened it, I saw a cable(?). I knew it wasn't from a computer or something, so I pushed Hodgins away, and I was right, it was a bomb. Small one but still... The zipper was the trigger. So, actually, I am okay, Hodgins obviously better."

An undertone in his voice I haven't heard from him, until now. Bitterness? Fear?

"When you're okay and you saved Hodgins, so he is so okay, that he can drive a car, why are you still in here and why aren't you happy, that you're kind of a hero?"

Jesus, I hope nobody died.

"It's my right hand... something cut into my arm (the worst part about watching Bones in English, is that I hardly understand anything from the professional words for body parts... he sure wouldn't say arm, but I have no idea what he would say.) when the bomb went up. They don't know how good they could fix it."

Okay doesn't sound any better than somebody being dead.
"Fix what, exactly?" I have no idea what a fuckin' (yeah, that special word) is.

"They tried to connect the nerves again."

"Fuck", he looks confused. "I mean... that's really bad, right? When will you know if it worked?"

"They said the anesthesia will be completely gone in 2-3 hours."

"And then you should be able to move your hand?"

"I should feel something, they'll poke a needle into my fingers or something. How good I can move it, I'll know earliest in two weeks. Until then, I won't be allowed to try anything."

"Okay."

"It's 50/50, if I get back full functions."

There it is. The pain and fears I think he feels, as far as he is able to, hit me right into the face. I can't do anything against a lonely tear running down my cheek. For a moment, I think he's going to lose his nerves again on this, I think for him very new, situation. But a second later he sets up his 'I have no idea what's going on here'-Face and asks " Why are you crying?" with this 'even I know this is strange'-tone in his voice.