"Doctor Isles, can it be saved?"
"Of course it can be. It's just a slight gash across your palm and, don't you remember Timmy, what my motto is?"
"You won't say that it's okay unless you know it is," Timmy holds up his hand, with a brave smile.
"I said it'll be okay, didn't I?"
Timmy nods.
"Now, be as brave as –"
"Your best friend Jane?" Timmy lights up. He loves hearing stories about Doctor Isles' best friend. "She tackles like a linebacker!"
"I was going to say like a lion Timmy," Maura masks the tinge of sadness behind a smile, "But yes, she did do that once and," she shows Timmy the bottle of disinfectant, "I'm going to clean the wound now. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready Doctor Isles!" Timmy smiles through clenched teeth and squinted eyes. He feels proud that he didn't scream, but merely winced.
"You have to be careful Timmy, hands are very important. You don't want to hurt them or have scars – and go on. Go out and play with your friends," Maura pats the boy on the head, "Would you kindly turn my sign for me as you go Timmy? I think I'm done for the day," Maura sends a smile.
"The 'do not disturb' sign? Alright," he looks down, "I want to be brave like your best friend though Doctor Isles!" Timmy sends a grin before taking his leave.
"I wish I was brave too Timmy," Maura says to herself as she tidies up her workstation - now with tools to heal and no more stomach contents. "I wish I was brave enough to say it, to stay, instead of leaving. Instead of, just leaving," Maura sighs.
"Jane's happy, she married Casey, she's happy and you're saving lives," Maura forces a smile, "Jane's happy." Maura comforts herself with painful lines. Truth or lies, she wouldn't know; but for Jane, she'd rather like them to be truths.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
