He tried to remember but it was like only half the information was there and the rest was a scattered jigsaw puzzle. "I forget." Booth admitted with part reluctance and equal hesitation. Memory loss was part of it, he knew that much. But he didn't want to lose anymore. He'd already lost plenty of them the first round. He didn't want to have to remember how to be a sniper again, or retrain himself how to hold a gun. It wasn't a fun time the first go. The second would just be aggravating and a little heart breaking. "I should remember but I can't. It's right there.." Booth trailed off as the darkness of unconsciousness took him under.
He didn't feel the nudge, but he felt the car's movement. For a minute his eyes opened. Everything infront of them was blurry white noise, and his hand was shaking as he put it on his face in a failed attempt to clear his vision. It felt like everything was swimming around him, and he was under water with the amount of pressure he felt.
They were met by hospital doctors and a stretcher who'd seen the truck pull up at it's speed and used their own good judgment to get ready for an emergency. Booth was lifted from the passenger side as soon as it was opened and pulled onto the stretcher and into the E.R. It wasn't much longer after that when Booth began to come around more, finally and looked confused. "What happened?" Doctors began asking him a horde of questions, analyzing and writing things down on the way to a recovery room where an I.V. of painkillers and other assorted fun medications was inserted into his wrist to try and bring down the pain and symptoms. Fortunately for him they worked, but on the downside they made him loopy.
The hospital was so sterile and uninviting, it made him worry. Doctors took the gun at his waist and passed it off to Eliot while they worked. "I want that back. " He tried feebly to sound like himself but the medication was making it even harder to think. He'd rather have it than none, but he hated being without his senses. The head doctor approached the thief and explained the situation. And that an over night stay was going to be required for observation and testing, then left the room. Booth began to sit up a little more and frowned as a nurse came to relieve Eliot of the gun he was holding, then left as well. "I hate these places.." He admitted as he pulled a bit more of the blankets up around him in attempt to be at least pretend he was secure and okay with it all.