Glazed Feelings

Part 2

Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am just borrowing them for a little fun. This story is developing slowly because I'm actually writing it while I am sick. However, my situation is a little better than Jane's in the story. No pneumonia or flu. Just a bit of bronchitis. I appreciate the reviews.

Jane heard voices from the other room. Slowly she rolled over and climbed out of bed. She was disoriented and dizzy for several moments. It felt like she hadn't walked in ages. A chill swept across her shoulders and she grabbed the top cover of her bed wrapping it around her body to keep herself warm. Slowly she walked over to the door looking through the opening at Maura and Frankie at the counter having breakfast. It was then she noticed Frankie holding Maura's hand. She let her head rest against the door frame and prayed that didn't mean what she thought it meant. Steeling her will and gathering her strength she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Frankie noticed her first because Maura had her back to Jane.

"Well, look whose back from the dead." Frankie said as Maura turned to look. It was taking all Jane's energy just to walk. Maura hopped off the stool and moved to assist Jane.

"Hey, why are you up? You need to be resting." Maura helped Jane to the couch. Jane sat letting her head fall back against the couch and closed her eyes. She was so tired from just the short walk from the bedroom. She felt Maura touch her head looking for fever. "Frankie, we need more acetaminophen." Frankie brought over the pills as Jane took them and drank all the water. "How about some soup? Your mom sent some over." Jane nodded. Frankie went to the kitchen to heat up some soup.

"Saw you and Frankie talking. Saw you holding hands." Jane said in a whisper as her cough reasserted itself. Maura grabbed hold of Jane bracing a hand against her chest. Jane took slow shallow breaths trying to catch the air she needed after the cough. Maura helped her lean back against the couch. "You are making a good choice." Jane said breathlessly.

"Jane, I have not chosen Frankie. How could…No, let me rephrase that. I have chosen you no matter how hard it is at times. I want to be with you. Frankie was just comforting me over you." Jane went to take a breath when another cough asserted itself. Maura helped her through the spasm.

"Frankie, come here a second." Maura called. Frankie took Maura's place as she went into the bedroom for her bag. She came back out and took the stethoscope out. Frankie moved as Maura sat down and listened to Jane's lungs. There was a slight congested sound. Maura reached into her bag. "Alright, let's get some soup in her, then more medicine, after which you are going to be steamed a little, and back to bed."

"I'm fine." Jane said as another coughing spasm shook her.

"For once Jane Rizzoli you are not going to argue or I'll bring your mother over here." Jane looked through sickly eyes as her pale face seemed to pale even more.

"You wouldn't dare," she said as she rasped for breath." Maura's look told her to not push it. "Fine." Frankie brought the soup. Jane got about half the bowl down before the coughing spasms kept her from taking anymore. Maura then decided the steaming was more important. Frankie assisted Maura getting Jane to the bathroom. Maura turned the shower on as hot as it would go and closed the door. She helped Jane stay braced in a sitting position on the bathroom toilet as the steam began to do its work. Jane began coughing, but this time her cough was more productive. Thirty minutes later Maura helped Jane out of the bathroom. She helped Jane change her clothes and tucked her into bed. Maura then gave her cough medicine with codeine, tessalon pearle, and her next antibiotic. Frankie brought in the peppermint tea with honey and handed Maura the Menthol Camphor. Frankie stood by as Jane began to protest.

"No, you will listen to Maura Jane. We found you almost dead when we came in the other day. You either follow Maura's instructions or I will take you to the hospital." Jane glared at her brother, but she gave in to her brother and Maura. Maura rubbed the menthol camphor across the front and back of Jane's chest. While Maura went to the bathroom to clean her hands Frankie stood by and made sure she drank the tea. Maura returned as Jane set the tea down. Her eyes were heavy and sleep was pulling at her. Frankie and Maura went to move out of the room.

"Maura, can you stay?" Jane called the rasp less pronounced than last time. Frankie whispered he would get the dishes clean and wait in the other room. Maura moved back and sat on the side of the bed. She took Jane's hand noticing that the fever had returned even with the pills from earlier. She had another two hours before she could dose Jane again. Maura reached up pushing some hair out of Jane's eyes. "I…thank you for being here and helping me."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry." Maura said trying to convey more than the words would let her express. Jane was having a hard time staying awake. "Get some rest Jane I'll be here when you wake. We will talk when you're better. I promise." Jane opened her eyes looking at her girlfriend. Maura leaned forward kissing her brow. When she pulled back Jane's eyes were closed and sleep had claimed her love. It was then that Maura noticed the rasp from Jane's breathing could be heard. She waited twenty minutes before she moved into the living room. Frankie was watching the local news on the storm. "We may have a problem. Jane's congestion in her chest is worse. I'm going to call a friend and see if there is anything else we can do." Frankie got up and took Maura by the shoulders turning her around.

"How bad?" Frankie looked into the worried eyes of Doctor Isles.

"Right now, it could just be bronchitis. But it could go into pneumonia. I just don't know Frankie. But I am going to do my best." Frankie nodded pulling Maura into another reassuring hug. Maura pulled out of the hug and went for her phone. After a fifteen minute discussion with her friend at Boston General Maura came and sat back down on the couch. "I need a favor. I need you to go to the corner pharmacy. My friend has called in a set of prescriptions for Jane. They are stronger than what I have been giving her and should do the trick. He said that if the snow storm allows for it to bring her in on Monday. But she should be fine until then."

"He wants to see her at the hospital?" Frankie was nervous as this would be a problem getting Jane to go.

"No, he has a clinic about five miles from here. He will call me on Monday if the weather had improved. If not, he will make a house call." Maura sat with Frankie on the couch.

"She is such a royal pain sometimes Maura. When do I need to go?" Frankie asked.

"I would think they will be ready in 30 minutes. He has put a rush on them." Frankie got his jacket and boots on right away. "I'm going to head down now to make sure they don't close up because of the storm. I'll be back." Frankie headed out of the door as Maura returned to the bedroom. She sat on the other side of the bed listening to Jane breath and holding her hand. She was definitely going to make things right after this so Jane didn't doubt her.