“His warm hand gripped mine and squeezed. "I'm not goin' anywhere, darlin'.” LoveComfortRomanticBonesDarlin Book:Bones Source: Bones
“Touch her again, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,” Trey said in a dark voice I’d never heard him use before.” RomanceRomanticBonesProtectiveTouch Her And You Die Book:Bones Source: Bones
“Oh I brought you something,” Trey said. I eyed him with suspicion. He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me. “Bones?” I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern. “You ok?” I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.” GriefHealingTraumaBonesDandelionsSlow Burn Book:Bones Source: Bones
“Leave me,” he groaned in pain. “Run.” His face paled, blood dribbling between his lips as he coughed. I’d seen death on people’s faces more times than I could count. Death had a way of revealing people’s true natures. Some people begged, some threatened, some tried to bargain. And this idiot I didn’t even know was dying and still trying to help me. I hated him for it. He started trying to talk again, grabbing at my hands. “Shut up, dumbass,” I hissed at him, pressing harder at his wound. He cried out in pain, but his cry cut off as the familiar warmth spread from my chest down my arms and into his stomach. The bullet had gone clean through his gut. Normally a death wound, but not tonight. I could feel his body mending beneath my fingers, all the muscles and organs knitting themselves back together. His hand curled over the top of one of mine, squeezing gently, and I glanced up to see his eyes full of awe. The wound closed shut, leaving what I knew would be a fresh pink scar, and all the warmth left me.” BonesRomantasyPost ApocalypticMagic PowersHealing PowerPost Apocalyptic Fiction Book:Bones Source: Bones
“What’d you mean when you said it would never be enough?” The sudden change in topics made me nauseous. “It’s…nothing,” I lied. “You can tell me,” he urged. “I…I just…” Gods, those damn brown eyes made it hard to think straight. “I have a lot of blood on my hands.” He frowned. “I have this…this power to heal…but I keep…I keep hurting people. I don’t know…I don’t know if I can heal enough…to make up for it.” “Are you keeping score?” he asked, but not in a mocking way. He studied my face, his brow furrowed as though he wanted to understand. “No. I don’t know. I just…I want to…I need to balance the scales.” “What scales?” “The…scales.” I gestured vaguely with one hand, my face heating. “Do you feel responsible every time you can’t heal someone?” “I've watched so many people die," I whispered. "People I could've saved with my powers."” ForgivenessTraumaAtonementTrauma HealingMagic PowersHealing Power Book:Bones Source: Bones
“He shifted, but his grey eyes narrowed. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t have a choice, Bones. Maybe if you stopped trying to be a godsdamn martyr, you’d see that.” HurtTraumaBonesMartyrFound FamilyTraumatic Experiences Book:Bones Source: Bones
“Just for the record, none of us are ever gonna be mad ’cause you woke up screaming, but we are gonna need to make sure you’re alright.” “I said I was fine,” I muttered. "Yeah, you say that a lot," he retorted, and I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned. "So far you haven't been fine even once.” FriendshipComfortTraumaNightmaresBanterFound Family Book:Bones Source: Bones