A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first Rizzles story, so I hope you guys like it! I know this is definitely angsty, but there will be plenty of Rizzles in the long run! This story is already finished, so I'll update with a new chapter everyday! I'd love to hear your input though!
This fic is based on the song A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil. If you haven't heard it, check it out! I don't own that song or any of these characters, but ENJOY!
"You're sure that you want to do this, Maur?" Jane asked the blond sitting in her hospital bed.
A kidney transplant. Maura couldn't believe that she was actually going through with it, but what choice did she have? All her life, she dreamt of finding her birth mother and this was the result. This turned out to be that dream. This was the sacrifice that she had to make to save her sister…or…half sister anyway. It was her nature. She didn't see any other way to go.
"I'm sure, Jane," Maura said, reaching for Jane's hand.
"Does it have to be you?" Jane pleaded, squeezing her best friends hand.
"What other choice is there? I'm the only match; I'm the only chance of that young girl surviving. My sister. I've thought about every hypothesis and this is the only scenario that is one hundred percent effective. It has to be me, Jane. It has to."
Jane stood out of her chair by Maura's bedside and wrapped her best friend in a hug, burying he face in the honey blond hair that she loved so much.
"I'll be fine," Maura whispered in her ear.
"I promise."
Jane pulled back and studied the woman that she was holding. She couldn't help but think how brave and kind Maura was.
"How did I get so lucky?" she thought to herself.
A knock on the hospital room door startled both women out of their revere.
"Come in," Maura spoke softly.
Jane shifted back into her chair as Maura pulled the hospital blanket over her bare legs, suddenly self-conscious.
"Doctor Maura Isles," the doctor spoke, "It's been a long time."
"Hello, Doctor Davis. How have you been?" Maura asked, polite as ever.
"I've been well. How's it going down in that morgue all the time?"
"I wouldn't trade it for the world." Maura stated, turning to smile at Jane.
"Good to hear," the doctor interrupted. "So, I see you're here for a kidney transplant. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be performing the surgery myself and I need to ask you a few questions before we get you prepped and ready to go, okay?"
Maura nodded, giving him permission to continue.
"Are you allergic to any medications?"
"Not that I am aware of." Maura responded.
"Alright. Have you been feeling off at all lately; cramps, runny nose, etcetera? No symptom is too small to mention."
"I have been a bit light headed recently, but I attributed the symptoms to my diet, or lack there of. I've also had some stomach discomfort, but nothing serious."
Maura could see Jane staring at her from the corner of her eye.
"You never told me that, Maur." Jane whispered.
"It's nothing to worry about, Jane. Just a stomach bug," Maura reassured her.
"Alright," the doctor said, "Good to know. Thank you, Doctor Isles. A nurse will be in shortly to get you ready for surgery."
"Thank you, Doctor Davis. Nice to see you again," Maura smiled as the doctor left the room.
And before Maura knew it, the nurse was in her room explaining how her sedative would work. It was nothing she hadn't heard before, but she found herself growing more and more exhausted by each passing second. The last thing she remembered was Jane holding her hand.
"I'll be right here when you wake up."
Maura awoke hours later to whispered voices filling her hospital room.
"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" she heard Jane ask.
"Yes, detective. I'm sorry to have to tell you such terrible news, but I know what I saw. We ran the tests. Everything came back positive."
"No. Run them again. Doctors make mistakes, right? You have to run them again. I'm not about to tell my best friend that she… that she has…just… I don't care how much it costs, just run them again."
Maura heard the doctor whisper a reluctant, "okay" as his footsteps led to walk out of the room. As soon as she heard Jane sit down in the chair next to her, she opened her eyes. In seconds, Jane was right by her side.
"Maur! You're awake. Hi," Jane smiled at her and grabbed her hand.
"Hi. How did the surgery go? I feel a lot less pain than I anticipated," Maura asked.
"They didn't do the surgery, Maur. They couldn't. They…uh. They had a complication," Jane said, eyes on the floor.
There was no way she could look at Maura. How was she supposed to tell her best friend that—?
"What are you saying, Jane? What happened?" Maura demanded.
"It's nothing serious. I think the doctor just made a mistake. I told him to run the tests again and let us know what the results were. He said he'd be back soon. I told him that—"
"Jane." Maura cut her off. "Tell me the truth."
"Maura, please don't push this. Please just let the doctor come back, okay?"
"No. That is not all right. I feel the incision. I know that they at least started the surgery. What happened after that? Tell me."
Jane contemplated every option she had. She could run, but what good would that do? That would just hurt Maura more. She could refuse to tell her, but why would she do that? If she were in Maura's position, she would be the same way.
"Maura…you… you have stomach cancer."