Maura knocks on the window. Jane unlocks the door. Maura slides into the car, in the passenger's seat. She closes the door, and looks at Jane. She's a wreck. She's nearly shaking, as she sobs. Maura notices that she's hyperventilating.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," Jane shakes her head.
"Maura, I..." she finds herself at a loss for words.
Maura hugs her. Jane doesn't fight it, she just buries her face in Maura's shoulder. Finally Jane lets go. She wipes with the palm of her hand.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"I...," she shakes her head.
"It's going to be ok."
Jane shakes her head, "I don't think so," she disagrees.
"You'll figure it out."
"Maura, you don't understand. I..." she trails off.
"I know that you're upset, but you'll figure it out. I'll help you. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
"Will you take me home?" Jane responds.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," she nods.
Maura drops Jane off at her apartment. Jane insists that Maura returns to work. As soon as Maura finishes her work that day, she goes to check on Jane. She knocks on the door. There is no answer. She tries the handle. It's unlocked, so she goes inside.
"Jane?" she calls out.
She doesn't elicit a response.
"Jane are you here?"
Jane doesn't answer.
Maura heads through the living room in the dark, towards the hallway. She in the doorway, of Jane's bedroom. She flips on the light, and finds Jane curled up in a ball, in the middle of the bed. She makes he way to the bed. She takes a seat, on the edge of the bed.
"Do you need anything?"
"No," she responds flatly.
"How long have you been here?"
"I don't know," she answers. Her tears are replaced by a sense of numbness.
"Are you ok?" Maura asks, stupidly.
"No," Jane shakes her head, swallowing hard.
"Are you going to be ok?" Maura continues with the idiotic line of questioning.
"I don't think so," Jane admits.
"Are you going to talk to me?"
"I don't know how to. I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Why don't I talk, and you can just nod? Or confirm."
"I don't want to do this. I can't do this."
"Have this conversation?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Jane, what happened today?"
"I went to the doctor," she begins.
"Because?"
"I took a dozen of them, and I still refused to believe it."
"A dozen what?"
"Tests."
"Oh, and?"
"They all said the same thing."
"They were positive?" Maura guesses.
"Uh huh."
"So you went to the doctor to confirm?"
"Yes."
"And, then what happened?"
Jane shakes her head, "I don't really want to talk about it."
"Because it's scary?"
"Among other things."
"He confirmed?"
"Yes," she nods.
"And..."
"Maura, please, don't. I can't, I... I just can't."
"Jane, what happened that was so bad?"
"Everything."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Everything, is wrong," she answers with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Is there something wrong with the baby?"
"Maura everything is wrong."
"What do you mean, exactly?"
"Everything about this, is wrong. I don't understand, it doesn't make any sense."
"What doesn't?"
"Any of it."
"Jane, I know that you're careful, but accidents happen."
"Not, to me."
"Apparently they do."
"You don't understand."
"You keep saying that, and I agree, that, I don't understand, but only because you won't let me."
"I don't want to do this."
"It's perfectly normal to feel that way. You might warm up to the idea, though."
"No. I won't. I don't want to do this."
"That's your choice. It's ok if you don't want to, no one is stopping you."
"But I have to do this, despite what I want, or what I feel. I have no choice in the matter."
"Jane, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."
"Yes, I do," Jane argues.
"What did the doctor say?"
"Lots of things."
"For example?"
"Things that I didn't want to hear, or have to think about."
"Jane, how far along did he say you are? Four weeks, five? Six?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Three?"
"No. Stop guessing."
"Ok. If you don't want to talk about it, then you don't have to. It's ok."
"Then stop asking. I just want to go to sleep, and when I wake up, I want my life to go back to normal. I want to wake up, and have this all be a dream."
"I know."
