Part 2 - Teresa Lisbon
That beeping sound was eventually going to drive her crazy.
She welcomed it nonetheless. It meant that he was still alive at the very least.
This wasn't the first time he'd been so close to death. He'd almost drowned a year ago – and she'd been the one to drag him out of the water and pray that he would resume breathing.
He'd just scared the living daylights out of her once again. Unsurprisingly so, if she had to be honest with herself.
She wondered whether that had been his purpose all along. Killing Red John and destroying himself at the same time.
How silly of her to think that he could still care for people – even care for her, as his rash words had prompted her to hope of late.
Deep down in her heart she'd always wanted to give him the things he deserved most. Namely love and affection – exactly what he'd deliberately denied himself since the death of his wife and child.
Perhaps he was too damaged for that. (And now it might be too late to find out anyway.)
"Good luck, Teresa. Love you."
These words would haunt her until her own death – whether he'd actually meant what he'd said or not.
Silent tears began trickling down her cheeks. Maybe she was doomed to lose the people that really mattered to her – as had happened first with her mother and then with Sam Bosco.
Finally allowing grief to overcome her she buried her face on the immaculate sheets of his hospital bed and just cried herself to sleep.
The first morning light was filtering through the curtains when her eyes slowly fluttered open.
It took her a while to register the soft touch of fingers grazing against her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat when she did at last.
Their eyes met and Jane offered her a small but warm smile – his fingertips still running lightly all over her face.
She took his hand between hers and pressed her lips on it.
He was alive, and Red John no longer stood between them. He wasn't going to deny what he'd said when she would ask him again.
Perhaps she wouldn't even need to ask.