I don't own it. Maura's POV

Why did she do it? Why did Jane have to shoot herself. I can't think except for that sentence. She lies here on the concrete and I'm mad, I'm angry, I'm outraged. How dare she play with death like that? I know why, she wanted to protect her brother, but what about her? What about Jane? Did she have absolutely no self preservation at all? I feel hot tears against my cheeks, of course I'm crying. I check for a pulse.

Thank God.

She's there barely, but her heart is still beating. Now I lean down and listen.

She's breathing. Just a little bit, but technically still breathing. I feel other people rush around me, but I just see her there covered in blood, and the color in her face is drained. They lift her from the ground and ask me to move away, but I find that I can't. Their hands are on me and I hear myself scream in agony.

The ambulance is moving away, so I run I don't even think about it I run until I fall.

Frost ushers me to the car, and I can't see anything. It must be shock, this is just a typical case of shock, I'll be fine, Where is Jane? Where is Jane?

"Where is Jane!"

"Calm down" It's Frost's voice.

"No"

"We're going to the hospital, and they won't let you see her if you aren't calm"

"How the hell am I suppose to be calm Frost?"

"I don't know Maura I just don't know" I'm silent, I still can't see anything as I feel my body start to fall in the seat. "Maura?" He's frightened for me, I can tell, but I can't find my voice to tell him it's a normal reaction. Normal? Why why why why JANE! Why did you have to do it? You could die Jane you could die! and then what will I do? Who will be there for me? No I don't care. You have no idea how much pain I feel seeing you in pain, seeing you bloody. I'm being placed into a chair of some kind, oh a wheel chair. Where am I going? I open my mouth and I still can't speak.

"It's going to be okay, you are just going into shock" It's a woman most likely a nurse. I know I want to say, but I can't and I can't see and I can barely feel anything.

"Jane" Finally there it is my voice…as Jane had said at an earlier date sarcastically "yaaaay"

"She's in surgery, but she is going to live" I feel my lips smile, but it feels strange because I can't feel the inside of my mouth or my cheeks. Jane is going to live. Jane will live, Jane will live and then I can tell her…