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Jane's, or what should be Jane's, body was lying on a hospital bed. He had tons of wires hanging off of him and they hooked up to many machines. His arms and legs were casted and his chest was braced. Jane looked like one big cast.

Grace left Teresa alone and went back down to the waiting room.

Teresa walked to Patrick's side and kneeled down. She looked at his face which was covered in wraps and bandages. All she could see him was his nose; which was broken; his eyes, blood shot from the veins broken from the impact of the car; and his mouth, where a tube was coming from.

"I'm here Patrick. I'm staying here. I'm really sorry for what happened. I wish it was me lying there in your place, it should be me." She put her hand on his chest and watched him not react. It hurt her heart that there might never be any reaction to anything she said or did again.

"Before you die and rejoin your wife and daughter, I want to tell you, I love you. I love you more then I've loved even my family. More then my young girl crushes on the hunks or actors." She dried her damp eyes and kissed his cheek through the cast. She knew she wouldn't have the open arms and the love she needed to come from him.

"Miss Lisbon? Visiting hours are…"

"Can I stay? I know I'm not family but…"

"You're his boss?"

"Was, I had to release him, for the injuries and because I love him."

"Yes, stay. Good night, Miss Lisbon."

"Night."

Teresa startled awake a wonderful dream.

After a week, Jane awoke and he remembered her and the rest.

"Teresa dear, please, tell them I don't need these tubes."

"Yes Jane."

"Patrick, I insist. Oh, I love you too my dear."

"You heard me?"

"Of course, and I thank you, for everything. You were a great boss but I hope that you are any even better girl friend."

"Jane!"

"Patrick!"

"Sorry, Patrick, I love you but…"

"Be my girl friend. I want to love you every second of my life."

"Your ruined life, which is because of me, I shouldn't have made…" Patrick leaned, to the best of his ability, and kissed Teresa. He pulled his braced arm and caressed her cheek.

"I love you Teresa and I want to have you to hold."

"But what about Kayla? Don't you?"

"I love her but you are my life now. I can't be living in the past anymore. I need to think to the future. You are my future now."

"That's the sweetest…"

Teresa looked over to Patrick and saw the cast still covering his body. She looked out the window and saw it must be late afternoon. On the sill, there were flowers, chocolates, and tons of cards.

"Good morning Patrick. Do you want me to read you your mail?" The silence hurt.

"I take that as a yes." Teresa grabbed all the cards.

"To Patrick and Teresa Jane, Get better soon. Then invite us to the wedding. Love, the Lisbon Family

Dear Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon, I hope Jane gets better soon. Lisbon, when Jane wakes up, tell him you love him, don't shoot him. Kimball Cho

Jane and Lisbon, don't kill each other, get well soon, Grace VanPelt and Wayne Rigsby