He had to wonder where the hell Martha was in all this. She'd been taking good care of him up until now when she dropped off the face of the Earth and his medication stopped doing its job. She was normally so fast when he needed her. He was a little worried and a little irritated. His mind was a scattered mess. Thinking logically wasn't exactly his best face forward right at that second. For a minute Booth had to lean against Eliot as he walked through the pain to the car. "That's all?" He couldn't laugh, it hurt too much.
He had a few options as far as transportation went, but he trusted and knew Eliot the most-or at least he thought he did. Had Booth known he was a thief things might have been different, but he didn't. Even with his expert people reading he didn't pick up on it. He trusted Eliot would keep it quiet if he asked him to.
Sinking down into the passenger side he leaned heavily against the door and tried to focus on breathing while the white world passed them by on the outside. "At least this time I'm not seeing Stewie." Yes, Griffin.