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Title: Colours of the Rainbow #1: Red Blood Cells.
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Rigsby
Summary: Jane's distraction methods leave something to be desired.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Ah well.
Spoilers: Ep 1.16 Bloodshot
Prompt: Red
Red Blood Cells
She lurched out of the dilapidated shack, clutching her abdomen, well aware that blood - her blood - was slowly staining her green tank top. She still couldn't believe he'd pulled a knife on her. And that she'd had to shoot him at blind range. No, now wasn't the time to be thinking of the figurative blood on her hands. There was the literal stuff to be dealing with right here, right now. If she didn't focus, their number one suspect wouldn't be the only casualty. They'd be able to add her name to that growing list, too.
"Lisbon!"
Jane rushed up whilst Rigsby frantically dialled 911. Lisbon dared move her hand for half a second as Jane took her into his arms, slowly helping her to find the floor without falling to it. She winced slightly as he removed her hands to observe exactly what damage had been done, carefully peeling away her bloodied clothing. The cut wasn't too deep - yet had done enough damage to cause her to bleed copiously, which was dangerous in itself if it wasn't dealt with effectively.
After ensuring she was continually putting pressure on the wound, he tore off his jacket, waistcoat and shirt. Lisbon was certain she'd have appreciated the view more if she hadn't been so… terrified. Ripping away a sleeve, he pulled her hands away in attempt to use it as some sort of compress. As far as he knew, there was no running water around to make it more effective, so dry would have to do. She winced as he placed strong hands over the cut, and despite herself, she tried to crawl away from him.
"Stop squirming, woman. I'm trying to help you."
"Er, they said they'll be here in five minutes," Rigsby announced. He placed his mouth to Jane's ear and whispered, hoping Lisbon wouldn't hear. "Keep her talking, Jane. If she falls unconscious, things are going to get a hell of a lot worse."
Jane nodded grimly, and told Rigsby to fold up his jacket and rest Lisbon's head on it. They both earned a steely glare for their efforts; despite the fact she knew she needed their help, it didn't mean she had to accept it gratefully. Thinking it best, Rigsby stood at the end of the dirt pathway, keeping a shrewd eye open for the ambulance.
"Red blood cells are really quite fascinating, don't you think?"
"Oh really?" Lisbon snapped. "I think I'd find them more interesting if they weren't pouring out of me."
"Yes, really." Jane replied. "Did you know they don't have a nucleus? Or mitochondria? I think that's interesting. What about you, Rigsby?"
"Erm, yes?"
Rigsby really didn't want to get involved in this conversation. Where the hell was that ambulance? Jane's concept of keeping Lisbon focussed was unsurprisingly odd. But then again, if it kept her mad, she would be more likely to focus on staying awake. Despite the fact his boss was losing blood at a scarily fast rate considering, he was still ever so slightly worried of getting on the wrong side of Lisbon's sharp tongue.
"See, Rigsby finds it interesting too."
Jane dared to take a quick peek at the wound; it was beginning to clot around the edges. He let out a sigh of relief and she attempted to sit up. He placed a forceful hand on her shoulder and let a weak smile trace across his lips. The skin of her shoulder was cooler than it should be and though she hadn't appeared to have lost enough blood for it to be fatal, she was obviously beginning to get woozy.
"Looks like your platelets and white blood cells are joining in with the party now."
"Jane?"
"Yes, Lisbon?"
"I hate you."
The ambulance arrived eventually (in Rigsby's opinion, at least. They had actually arrived within the 5 minutes they had told him) and confirmed their beliefs that the wound would require a few stitches. Lisbon was less than impressed when she was informed that she would probably be asked to stay in overnight, too. Very few people she knew who had overnight stays in hospital seemed to actually come out again alive.
A few hours passed and Lisbon was suitably medicated, with irritating machines measuring her heart rate and other essentials. She hadn't quite lost enough blood for a transfusion, but that didn't stop Jane fussing. He'd actively sent away Cho, Van Pelt and Rigsby, promising them that he would keep them up to date on her condition and watched as she slept off the drugs that had been administered to lessen the pain. She turned, moaning slightly and Jane jumped to his feet.
"Hi, Jane."
"You're surprisingly coherent."
"Thanks, I think."
He bounded around the room, careful not to disturb any of the equipment and indicated to the flowers that had already managed to amalgamate on the windowsill, pointing out with relish who had brought which bunch. With particular pride, he pointed to the red roses that he had popped down to the hospital shop for whilst she'd been asleep.
"And that, I believe, makes me a better visitor than you."
"You couldn't see," she replied indignantly, scrambling to a sitting position. "You wouldn't have been able to appreciate them."
"I would have been able to smell them."
Small hands wandered to her stomach, determined to investigate the damage done. Jane slapped them away earning himself a withering glare.
"At least I'm a better patient than you are."
"Still impatient though."
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