AN: This drabble was prompted by xfirefly9x who requested "Rizzoli/Isles, "pet""
Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles and its characters.
Jane's hand – already stained red – is pressed hard against Maura's stab wound.
"B-Bass," Maura rasps, blood bubbling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut. The brightness of her blood is in sharp contrast with the paleness of her skin.
"No, no, no, Maura, Maura, you stay with me, you hear me? Look at me, Maura!" The detective pats the ME's cheek frantically with her free hand, ignoring the dark and viscous substance pooling at her knees.
"Come on, Maure, open your eyes," she coaxes. Turning to Frost, she yells, "where is that damn ambulance?!"
Jane's attention returns to her best friend who's lying amidst the trash littering the dark alley.
"Maura, can you hear me?" Jane chokes back tears.
"Bass…care…him," the blonde woman insists, her eyes still closed. Her breathing is becoming more erratic.
"I'm not going to take care of your hundred-pound turtle for you, Maura. You'll have to do it yourself. You know he scares me," Jane says.
"Tortoise," Maura coughs, "he's a tortoise."
Jane can hear the wail of the siren, louder and louder. She lets out a relieved sigh.
"Well your tortoise needs you," the detective bends down and whisper in her ear, "I need you."
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