This will be a multi-chap fic, but this first chapter is sort of an prologue, so sorry if it's kinda boring. I'm about 80% sure that there will be a few 'M' rating moments in the future, and I'll warn/change the rating later if need be. Hope you like it and reviews would be brilliant xx
Jane was awake. She was also aware. She was aware of her arms, legs, torso, head, fingers and toes. Jane was aware of the pain that was giving a slow, steady pulse all through her body. Jane was awake and aware, but she couldn't open her eyes. They were heavy, like lead was settled on her eyelids and she couldn't remove them. She tried to lift her arms but she didn't seem to have any control over them. She couldn't wiggle her fingers or toes. They seemed so stiff, so sore, like she had been sleeping for the whole day.
Jane focused her mind on the sounds around her. A faint beeping to her left, the sound of shoes clapping on hard floor, a little muffled, but still there. She heard somebody breathing beside her. Jane tried again to open her eyes, but they seemed too heavy. It was exhausting to try. She instead concentrated on what she could feel.
Sunlight; she could feel the rays on her right half of her face. She could feel rough sheets surrounding her, a tough mattress underneath her. She was in a bed. She could feel the wisps of breath over her cheek. Suddenly Jane could feel the fingers that were clutching her right hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let Jane know that they were there.
Jane tried to wriggle her fingers, trying to grasp onto something, anything, to bring her back to the real world.
She heard a gasp of shock beside her and the fingers that were holding her hand tightened as the mystery person's breathing suddenly halted, as if they were holding their breath, waiting for something. Jane squeezed their hand again.
'Jane.' She heard a faint voice breath out. 'Jane can you hear me?' Jane squeezed her hand again. She couldn't open her eyes still, but she could squeeze her hand. Jane wanted to open her mouth, to ask whoever this was what was happening but she couldn't work her lips to do what they wanted. Her throat was searing with dryness and Jane wanted nothing more than to have a drink of water.
The mystery person began to call out, and Jane recognised the voice to be distinctively female.
'Nurse? Nurse! She's awake!' At her announcement there was suddenly a flurry of activity around Jane. She could feel it, feel the bodies and hands examining her, and also hear the excited chatter of all the nurses around her. She heard one of them calling for the doctor, who arrived and began to express their amazement. The sudden onslaught of activity surrounding Jane was beginning to get overwhelming, and the only calm she found was squeezing the woman's hand, and having them squeeze her back.
'Mrs Rizzoli? Mrs Rizzoli can you hear me?' A calm male voice was asking her. Jane tried to open her mouth and say something, but she couldn't.
'Jane?' The woman's voice again. She felt her thumb rubbing the top of Jane's hand on a slow, soothing motion. 'Jane, can you hear me?' Jane squeezed her hand. 'Jane I need you to open your eyes for me. Can you do that?'
Jane tried to prise her eyelids apart. Slowly, she opened them halfway. Her vision was blurred and everything was too bright. She closed them again for a few seconds. After the reassuring squeeze from the woman, Jane opened her eyes again, blinked a few times and closed them. The light was bright and painful. And it seemed like such an effort to keep her eyes open. She just wanted to sleep.
'Please.'
She heard the soft whisper beside her. She felt like she couldn't disappoint this woman. Jane tried again. She opened her eyes and blinked once, twice, three times before her vision finally cleared properly. Jane looked around the room carefully. There were four people in the room, including the woman squeezing her hand. Jane imagined the room was originally bland in decoration, but the tables, window sills and floors were covered in every type of balloon, card and flower bunches that were available. Two women were in light green uniforms with nametags on them, and their hair was tied out of their faces and they both held a happy smile as they looked at Jane. The man was dressed in white; his expression was one of amazement and delight as he made a few notes on a clipboard he was holding.
Jane's eyes settled onto the woman beside her. She was undeniably beautiful. Her hair seemed golden in the afternoon light that was filtering into the room. Her eyes were a molten hazel and her smile was something that the moon would be envious of for its natural glow. However, beneath the beauty were worry, pain and suffering. Her skin was pale and almost clung to her cheekbones as if she hadn't eaten a proper meal in months. Under her radiant eyes were dark circles which were evident of many nights of lost sleep. And her eyes bore tears of such relief and pain that it made Jane's heart clench because she knew she was the reason for that pain. This woman had apparently been waiting for Jane to wake up for a long time.
'Janeā¦' She whispered in a sort of awe. Almost like she couldn't believe she was talking to the woman before her. Her hand softly stroked Jane's arm and tears fell down her cheek. 'It took you so long to wake up.' She continued softly.
Jane stared at the woman for a long time, her eyes flickering to the way their fingers were entwined together and the soft strokes she made on her arm in such an intimate way. Jane looked back to meet her eyes and tried to speak, but only choked.
'Take the tube out of her mouth.' The man ordered. In an instant, Jane was relieved of the tube down her throat and one of the females offered Jane a cup with a straw in it. Jane gratefully took a sip of water which soothed her throat which felt like sandpaper. Jane tried to sit up but felt too weak to do so. Instead she just laid there and continued to look at the woman who hadn't let go of her hand.
'Jane.' Jane's attention returned to the man. 'My name is Doctor Charles Anderson. Do you know where you are?' Jane tried to open her mouth to answer but she couldn't get her vocal chords to work. 'That's quite alright, Jane, it's been a while since you've talked. I'll ask you some yes or no questions, and you blink once for yes, and twice for no. Does that sound okay?'
Jane blinked.
'Okay, good. Now, do you know who you are?'
Jane blinked once.
'Very good,' one of the females made a note on the clipboard that he handed to her, 'now, do you know where you are?'
Jane blinked twice.
'That's quite alright.' He said. 'You're at Massachusetts General Hospital. Do you know or remember anything that happened to you?'
Jane blinked twice.
The man sighed. 'You were in a car accident around two and a half months ago. You were in a critical condition and in a coma for eleven weeks.' Jane thought through what he said. Accident? She doesn't remember any accident. She tried to silently ask him the question with her eyes that couldn't be asked vocally. The doctor seemed to understand what she was trying to say. Perhaps he had experience in dealing with people who just came out of two and a half month comas. 'You were the driver of a car which was traveling late at night. There was a truck in front of you and the driver fell asleep at the wheel. The truck lost control and spun sideways after hitting the ice on the road wrong. Your car slammed into the truck, your right side absorbing most of the impact. You were unconscious by the time paramedics arrived and were airlifted to the hospital. Your injuries consisted of a fractured skull, seven broken ribs, internal bleeding, and basically your whole right side being crushed, including your arm, leg and collarbone.'
Jane grimaced as Dr Charles listed her injuries. The damage sounded extremely painful; thank god she'd been asleep for two and a half months afterwards.
'Moving on with the questions then?' The doctor asked. Jane blinked once in response. 'Do you know who the woman beside you is?' Jane turned to look at the blond lady. Her expression was neutral, but Jane could see the hope in her eyes and she softly squeezed Jane's hand again. The feeling Jane had before of not wanting to disappoint the woman became more pronounced as she looked back to Dr Charles and blinked twice.
