"Looks like it was a rough night on the job," Booth said as he pulled the chair away from the desk and brought it over beside the bed, sitting down. Folding the washcloth, he took her arm and carefully started cleaning off the dried blood.
A small smirk appeared. "Nice conversational change," he murmured, glancing up at her before looking back to his work. He sighed, quiet for a moment before continuing. She had been honest with him, he may as well be honest with her.
"I was a sniper in the Rangers. So I joined the FBI, thought I could make up for the lives I took by taking down a murderer for each one." A small shrug followed, his voice quiet as he spoke. "Get the bad guys."