It's not possible for a wolf to be that size. There are no wolves in Massachusetts. Coyotes have been seen in the area. It's not possible for a coyote to be that size. Possibly an abandoned pet dog. Domesticated dogs do not get that big.

Maura's mind was frantically trying to explain the sight before her as she brought the rock down on the head and neck of the creature time after time. It wasn't letting go. It seemed to grip Jane in its teeth even harder, intent on keeping its prey. She noticed Jane's movements had become more sluggish and she had stopped screaming. A new fear sunk deep in her gut. The fear of the wolf had passed, worry for Jane has turned into absolute terror. This monster was going to kill her. Jane was going to be taken from her. Jane was going to bleed to death. Jane was going to die.

The scream ripped from her throat echoed through the woods with every ounce of fear and desperation Maura possessed, as she readjusted the rock in her hands and raised it above her head.

"Let her go!"

She brought the rock down with both hands so the slightly pointed end struck the wolf just above its left eye. The beast finally released Jane as it yelped in pain and whipped its head back. The strike had broken the wolf's brow, causing it to collapse into its eye socket. Blinded, the wolf had run back into the brush from whence it came. It was out of sight within seconds.

Oh God, what-

Maura's thought was cut off as she registered a scuffling noise behind her. As she turned, she nearly collapsed at the sight of Jane's broken form. Still flat on her back, Jane was struggling to push herself backwards away from the already departed threat of the wolf with her leg, but was otherwise immobile. Her legs were barely able to bring her to her friend's side before giving out and kneeling beside Jane's head. One hand reached to touch her cheek, practically begging for a response. Jane's eyes were open, but were unfocused as they darted from side to side. Maura was unsure if it was actually Jane leaning her head into her touch or just her wishful thinking. Jane's breathing was shallow and harsh. Remembering she had left her phone in the car, she had fumbled for Jane's phone in one of her pockets, praying it was still functional. By some miracle it was. As she held the phone to her ear with one hand, the other occupied itself with ripping the sleeve from Jane's shirt.

The Superior Thyroid artery, the Common, Internal and External Carotid arteries-

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"Officer down! Officer down at the Blue Hills Reservation! We were attacked by a wolf, or some very large dog!" Maura had pressed the torn shirt sleeve to Jane's wounds, but the blood was still soaking through the makeshift bandage and was soaking her hand.

"An air lift is on the way, what is your name?"

"I'm Doctor Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth. The Officer is Detective Jane Rizzoli, Victor-8-2-5, it bit her neck and shoulder, she's bleeding out, please you have to help!"

Maura's pleas had turned to sobs as she tried to speak through her tears. If she couldn't give the dispatcher the information she needed, she wouldn't be able to get the help Jane desperately needed in time. She put the phone on speaker and placed it on the ground so she could use both hands in attempt to keep Jane's blood inside of her body.

"Okay, Dr. Isles," Maura could hear frantic typing in the background. "The air lift should be there in about fifteen minutes. Do you know where in the Blue Hills you are?"

"We took the three and a half mile trail, we were just going for a morning run, I don't- I can't remember what the trail was called, but it's on the southeast end. We were about a mile away from where the trail loops back around at the entrance, when the thing jumped out of nowhere and it-it just attacked her."

"Where did the wolf go?"

"It took off, I hit it over the head with a rock. I think, I'm sure I managed to crush its brow bone and cause significant damage to its eye before it ran off."

"Dr. Isles, is Detective Rizzoli still conscious?" The questions were asked so calmly, and Maura silently thanked that someone knew what to do, that someone was going to help. Jane was slightly shaking, the adrenaline was leaving her body and going into shock.

"S-she's awake but not responsive. She's lost a lot of blood, I think she's going into shock- oh God." Jane's torso had lurched as blood was expelled from her mouth in a round of violent coughing. She used one hand to tilt Jane's head to the side and used the other to swipe out the thick blood and spit from her friend's mouth, clearing the airway.

Removing her hands from the wound on Jane's shoulder had moved the makeshift bandage and revealed the damage. Maura couldn't stop herself from looking at the angry wound.

Crushing of the right clavicle and scapula, possibly damaging the Brachiocephalic, Subclavian and Internal Thoracic arteries. Obvious severe breaking of ribs one through four, puncturing the lung. Trapezius and Sternocleidomastoid muscles are no doubtingly torn to shreds-

"Dr. Isles! Maura, are you still there?" Maura's eyes were ripped from Jane's wounds as she tried to focus on the dispatcher's questions.

"Yes- Yes I'm still here." She took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself as she noticed Jane's eyes were beginning to close. "No, please, Jane, please you can't, please God, no. Help is coming. Please Jane, just please hold on!"

Jane's eyes had fluttered slightly, like she was trying to do as Maura asked. Still, her eyelids shut, blocking Maura from seeing those same brown eyes she had gazed into for the last five years she has known the Detective. The eyes she had fallen in love with. Maura was gasping for air as the thought that she would never see those eyes again gripped her.

"Maura! Maura, what is happening?"

"She started coughing up blood and lost consciousness. She's still breathing, but it's ragged and sporadic. I-I think her lung was punctured by one of her ribs." Maura's vision was starting to tunnel and she was beginning to feel dizzy. All she could see was Jane's face, pale white with blood seeping from her mouth and shoulder, soaking into her shirt, her hair, the ground, staining red everything that was within reach.

"Keep talking to me Maura! The air lift is almost there, but you have to keep Jane going until help arrives! I need you to take a second and breathe, okay? Take deep breaths and let them out slowly alright? Can you do that for me?" Maura knew what the dispatcher was doing. The woman on the phone knew Maura was going into shock herself and not breathing properly. She was trying to get the doctor's mind to focus less on her life falling apart underneath her hands, and more on the simple act of breathing. Maura recalled the recommended second ratio for calming breaths. As she resumed keeping pressure on Jane's wound, she inhaled deeply for seven seconds and let that same breath out over eleven more. Very quickly her head stopped spinning, but she kept her focus on Jane's face, looking for any sign of further distress.

"Okay, Maura you're doing good, just keep breathing like that. The helicopter should be there any second." True to her word, Maura could hear the loud thumping of helicopter blades and the breaking of tree branches above her. Hands belonging to at least two other people gently nudged her hands out of the way, covering Jane's shoulder with a massive amount of bandages. A third person had guided Maura a few steps back, just far enough to be out of the way, but still close enough to see Jane.

After the bandages were quickly secured, Jane's arm tied to her chest and her neck in a brace, she was gently rolled onto a stretcher board and carried off to the air lift. One of the hands that were gripping Maura's shoulders lowered to her back to guide her to the air lift as well. A sense of relief swept over her at the realization that they were allowing her to come with them.

Jane had miraculously held on the entire time she was in the helicopter. As soon as she was secured inside and the doors closed, the EMT's had begun a blood transfusion and an IV, all while continuing pressure on the wound. While the rescue helicopter was larger than a standard ambulance aircraft, it was clear that it was not meant to hold more than the pilot, the patient, and three EMT's. She wasn't sure why they let her on, but she wasn't about to bring it up.

Maura's eyes never left Jane's face, hoping for just one more glimpse at those eyes. Jane was still the entire time. They arrived at the hospital in minutes, and Jane was whisked away within seconds of the doors opening again. A crowd of nurses, doctors, and hospital security were waiting on the roof and ran with the EMT's to the elevator, rushing Jane away to surgery. One of the EMT's had waited behind and helped guide Maura down from the helicopter. Completely drained of her energy, her legs had given out as soon as her feet hit the ground.

"Whoa there, It's gonna be alright, they're gonna fix her up, I'm sure." The EMT had caught her by the elbows to prevent her falling to the pavement. His attempt of reassurance fell on deaf ears. Maura knew the damage. The surgeons could make a mistake and further damage an artery, or they could miss a laceration, they might not even have to make a mistake in surgery. Jane's body had undergone a massive amount of trauma and stress and who knows the amount of blood she has lost? Her heart could give out at any second.

"Please let her be okay. She has to be okay."