When Cars Go BANG!
Chapter 2- Diagnosis
Her mind was spinning thinking of all the things that could have happened. 'What the hell did happen?' Her job did not make it easy for her to think of anything not completely depraved. She was a homicide detective after all. Her investigations always lead to the worst in the human race.
She came to a screeching halt in front of Boston General's emergency room. She ran toward the glass double doors with renewed panic. She was now close to desperate for information as she stopped at the nurse's station.
The nurse looked up from her computer, "May I help you?"
Before speaking Jane took a deep breath to steady herself, "Hi. Yes, my name is Jane Rizzoli. I was told Dr. Maura Isles was brought here."
"Are you a family member?"
"I was called because I am listed as her next of kin. What can you tell? Please tell me something."
"Yes ma'am." The nurse typed in Maura's name, "I-S-L-E-S. According to her record Dr. Isles was brought in two hours ago and was immediately prepped for surgery."
'Immediately prepped for surgery' rang in Jane's ears. She felt shock and fear take over, "I need to know what happened."
The nurse nodded sympathetically, "it was suspected drunken driving collision. Dr. Isles was driving through an intersection when the other vehicle went through the red light striking her driver's side door. She was brought in with severe head trauma and compromised lungs."
Jane felt her body sway dizzily as she received this little bit of information. She felt like she couldn't take in air. She was going to hyper ventilate. She never hyperventilated or let any situation affect her. In attempt to gain control some semblance of order she asked, "When will I be able to see her?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Rizzoli. She had some trouble breathing on her own when she came in. We have her on a respirator at moment. But according to our paper work we need your consent to continue. Her doctor is on her way out to speak with you in greater detail. Ms. Rizzoli, are you alright."
Jane's world was spinning out of control. She didn't know if she could stay upright much longer. She spoke with steady voice she did not feel, "You need me? Continue with what?"
The young helpful nurse came around the desk to guide Jane to some chairs a short distance away, "Dr. Martin is on her way. She will explain everything to you."
Jane couldn't argue. She couldn't think. She couldn't even say 'IT'S NOT MS. IT'S DETECTIVE!' Her brain was racing with questions about her best friend, the only person outside of her family who really meant anything to her. Her brain kept a continuous cycle of thought, 'Maura…Continue with what? What was going on for fuck's sake?' She sat on the verge of shock in the emergency waiting room. Would she be this panicked if it were Frost or Korsak? She really didn't know. All she knew was that at this moment she knew Maura needed her now.
Jane had her head in her hands when the Doc walked up, "Ms. Rizzoli? I'm Dr. Ilene Martin. I am going to speak with you about Dr. Isles."
Jane looked up then stood to meet Dr. Martin's eyes, "the nurse said you need my permission to continue. Continue with what? What the hell is going on?"
"Dr. Isles has suffered a subdural hematoma."
