CHAPTER1
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jane didn't mean to curse but her stomach wound hurt like a son of a bitch.
A few seconds later a nurse rushed in, panicked. Looking from the detective to the barrage of machines she was strapped to for sign of a change in her condition.
"Are you ok detective?" enquired the nurse. "You sounded like you we're in distress". Her eyes full of concern.
"Yup I'm peachy" replied Jane, earning a grimace for her sarcasm. "Sorry, it's not your fault nurse…..Jamie" offered Rizzoli with a pained smile as she had tried to angle herself to see the nurses name badge "I just think the pain meds have run out".
"Yeah you are due another round detective" she smiled back as she added the next round of painkillers to her notes on her chart and returned it to the foot of her bed. "I will sort that out for you right now, by the way while you were sleeping your…..friend Dr Isles has been out there accosting every member of the hospitals medical personnel to find out how you are healing. So can I please tell her you want to see her?" the nurse playfully pleaded.
"I'll tell you what Jamie, if you take this pain away you can send my mother in" Jane countered, half joking.
Oh I hope she doesn't send ma in. The last thing I need right now is a headache on top of the molten lava spear pain in my abdomen. Typical Maura, she always tries to reason stuff out, to understand it. As if more knowledge of the bad stuff is ever more favourable than 'ignorance is bliss'.
I am Dr Maura Isles for pity's sake. I have an IQ in the top 5 percent in the country, I am a published author and celebrated physician. So why wont any of these people tell me what is going on with my best friend. My Jane. My soul mate. Who 5 days ago was lying helpless on the sidewalk outside the precinct with blood pouring out of her abdomen as I felt her drift away in my arms.
These 5 days have stretched into an eternity of hospital meals, stale air and the rhythmic tones of the machines beeping noises. But at least the despair is over, Jane is conscious and healing. Very well according to my last peak at the wound while she was sleeping. I've not spoken to her in 5 days. She came out of the coma yesterday but has been submerged with pain and groggy with pain killers.
She looked so peaceful when I went in to see her about an hour ago but since then I've been out here frustrating myself talking to people who can't tell me if there will be any long term repercussions to Jane health. Oh My God! She almost died. The one person I would give my life to protect shot herself to stop that dirty narcotics detective from getting away or harming others. She had to resort to drastic measures to save Frankie Jr from certain death and because of Jane he's now out of hospital and looking more like himself, despite the severe blood loss.
As much as I'm glad he's on the mend, I just wish it was Jane. If I knew she was going to get back to 100 percent I would be able to scold her and let her know how selfish she was to put herself in a situation that had the probability of taking her away from me. Loving the stubborn Detective is becoming harder and harder to hide/contain/deny. Yes god dammit, I love her. I love her with every strand of my soul and breathe in my lungs. The feeling growing in intensity for months now, making it increasingly more difficult to hide/contain/deny. My physical attraction to her was ever present from the very first moment I saw her at a crime scene 2 years ago but that was no surprise. She fit snuggly into my 'female' type. Dark haired, olive skinned, deep brown eyes and well toned physique. Yes she is lovely to look at. Dark hair, dirty eyes, cheeky smile. It began as a friendship but has in more recent times become a series of semi-uncomfortable captured glances and sexual innuendos. Something would have to give soon.
And at that the very attentive Nurse Jamie walked towards the blonde doctor.
"You can go in now, she's asking for you but she's in pain so a little bit antsy" the nurse said, with a smile.
"Thank you" Maura replied as she glided in the direction of her heart.