His room was like any other-save for the two security guards out front. There were no bars at least, but he was under heavy watch. He wasn't allowed to leave either, not of his own free will. So he'd stolen his phone from the security guard out front and hoped that he had time to send the text. Bones had gotten it, and he was a little relieved. A little. There was still chance that she wouldn't be able to get through, and so he wouldn't hold his breath on being released. He hoped she was still able to harness the power of talking people to death, and possibly the guard would be too annoyed to stick around a listen to the entire shpeel.
But he didn't barge, hell he barely even moved and Booth gave a cranky sigh. "I'm not going to run off, officer. I'm a federal agent, I follow the law for a living. "He stated when he finally heard Bones' voice on the other side of the door, and the cop moved to let her in. Just maybe with both of them going, he would be able to get out.
"More or less, just sore. "He tossed her a quiet smile as he sat up in the uncomfortable bed. He wore a black hooded sweater, and a hospital gown. He hated that hospitals were always so cold, but he was sure it was some kind of medical reasoning for it-so he didn't complain about that part at least.
"Bones..what about you? You look like you've been through hell. "He stated, concern slinking into his features as he turned to his side and watched her quietly.