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seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming,

Booth saw her before he heard her and he shrugged lightly. More questions he couldn't avoid answering truthfully. "I can't sleep." He hadn't been able to in almost two weeks time and it was obviously starting to take a tole on him. He didn't have super powers, and he wasn't able to just bounce back. Running a hand through his slightly unkempt hair, he looked up. He hadn't really been able to function too easily and it showed. His face wasn't as clean shaven as it typically was. He was sporting a handsome rugged look. But for Booth he was typically the type to be cautious of detail.

"I've been having these nightmares. Like the first time I got home from Iraq." Many soldiers suffered from it. It was almost like shell shock all over again and Booth couldn't handle it twice. It was wearing his heart down, as if he didn't have enough problems with his neurological issues. "I can't get them out of my head. I'm used to victims being strangers." He started almost immediately. He wished he could have stopped. He even tried biting his tongue, but it just didn't work.

Booth was not immune from whatever this truth thing was that hit. He got it just like the others had, but so far he'd gotten off lucky. Nobody had really asked him many probing questions yet.