The apocalypse sounded extreme to Brennan, she had never put much (if any) stock in religion and it was something she verbalised every time she had a chance but it was hard to find a suitable explanation for the all the sudden illnesses going around. She had only by chance stayed clear of the tap water that day, opting for the cold bottled stuff in the fridge instead. Of course on seeing Booth’s message it didn’t matter that she was fine, if the apocalypse was real or not, there was nothing worse than a reality check when someone you actually know and care about gets sick.
It was because of that that Brennan didn’t hesitate to go get the bottled water and Tums before heading to the bathroom. She was both anxious and nervous to see what state he would be in, contaminated water wasn’t good.
On entering through the door she had been about to respond to his comment but stopped when she saw him, concern overriding anything else. “Booth, you look terrible.” Brennan stated quietly, walking over and offering him the things he had asked for. “How much of the water did you drink?”