A/n. Here's the next part, BTW, the italicized part are Lisbon's thoughts...please enjoy.
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Goodmorning Sunshine
Chapter 1. What's happening here?
She woke-up to the tingling sensation of someone caressing her hair.
One...two...three.
The gentle strokes continued on and it reminded her of the soft lapping of the waves on that beach that her family used to go to, when her mother was still alive. The repeated gesture was so calming that it almost lulled her to sleep, that is, until she heard a high-pitched giggle.
On a whim she opened her eyes to reveal a brightly-lit vacant room. White walls, white ceilings, white bed sheets –
What am I doing here? Where did that giggling came from?
The cop in her automatically assumed control of her mind, and she was about to stand up and draw her gun, when her eyes caught a hanging bag above her head – dextrose.
Oh, right, of course. Dextrose is equal to hospital. Hospital is equal to accident. Accident is equal to me.
With a soft sigh she eased down on her comforters as she tried to soothe her nerves and her aching body. They told her that she had been there for five months now – a fact she still can't believe, after all, she had only woken up two weeks ago.
Seriously, that drink we had after the Plaskett case, felt like it only happened yesterday. And here they are, telling me that I had been playing Sleeping Beauty for five months!
Ever since she woke up, she had been trying to remember the details of that faithful night, but all she could remember was the agonizing screeching noise and the silence that hung in the air as she became blinded by an approaching light and a sudden darkness that followed after. Later on, Cho told her that a trailer truck hit her car as she manoeuvred her way through an intersection. Her car was dragged a good 50 meters before they hit a wall. In the end, her poor Volvo, with her in it, was sandwiched in between. Rigsby told her that it took them an hour to extract her from the wreckage.
She was immediately rushed in this hospital, where, according to Van Pelt she was under surgery for 10 hours. After that, she was placed in the intensive care unit and under induced coma for two weeks and only then was she transferred to that private room.
The doctors said that it was a grisly business - heavily bruised arms, fractured left and right thighs, five broken ribs and a fractured skull.
Hell yeah it is a grisly business. Especially if you're the one feeling it!
The nurses on the other hand kept telling her how lucky she was, for her car was crumpled beyond recognition and that the other driver didn't even made it to the hospital.
Nurse Becky, the one who takes care of her, told her that, for the weeks after being transferred here, her team patiently waited for her to wake up. The elderly woman informed her that her three agents took turns in visiting her, while "the handsome, blonde man" almost never left her side. The old woman was already obviously charmed by her pain-in-the-ass consultant.
Her consultant, Patrick Jane - the annoyingly ridiculous man whom she had come to treat as her bestfriend – stayed beside her until the moment she opened her eyes, or so they say.
If they continue telling me this, I might really believe it. It's not that I don't appreciate it, well, its just that it feels so ... off.
But even if she doesn't totally believe in it, the fact remains that he was the first person she saw. She could still remember the intense blue eyes that met her green ones when her vision came into focus and the way his face lit with relief when she squeezed his hands that are firmly holding hers.
Yes, the same man who could give me hell and heaven in a span of one minute, stayed beside me for five months. Really, they can't be serious!
Every time that a person brings up the topic of Jane never leaving her side for those months, her head always feels like its floating on the clouds. Combine that with the effects of her painkillers and she becomes a total goner. Really, even outside work, Jane could still give her headaches.
How could a man, who had already sworn to hell and beyond that he hates hospitals, bear to stay here for five BORING months with nothing to do but count the pulses of my heart monitor, and...well, comfort me afterwards?
Ever since she had woken up, she would never fail to find Jane, sitting on a plastic chair situated just an arm's length away from her bed. She would always find him staring at her with a worried look which would eventually turn into a relieved one when their eyes meet. After that, he would stay until visiting hours are over. Since she's still reeling from the effect of morphine, she can't really interact much with other people, heck, she spends half of her time sleeping! That's why they would mostly remain silent until Jane has to leave. She'd just spend her time watching movies while he would just sit there, doing nothing but look at her. The strange thing is, it was a comfortable silence. Even more strange is that she liked it – she liked how they seemed to understand each other without the use of words, she liked how comforting his presence is, all in all, she liked the fact that he is present.
Oh no Teresa! Dangerous train-of-thought alert. You are not going there! So what, if he stays beside you, it's not like it would be any different if it was Cho.
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Right?
Even as the team narrated the whole story of her accident, he was there beside her, silently holding her hands and providing her with his heart-warming presence. He squeezed her hands when images of twisted metal, bloody hands, contorted limbs, and lifeless green eyes, flashed before her mind and he pulled her into his arms, when, with much twist of irony, she found out that the truck driver was drunk.
Life must be really playing games on me, first, I wake up only to find that I had been asleep for five months. Second, I narrowly missed death by the same way my mother got killed. Third, and most disturbing of all, my least expected person to worry about me, is the one on top of the list of people who is fuzzing about my current situation.
To make things even more complicated, just four days ago, she woke up in the middle of the night to find that someone is trying to silently sneak inside her room. Upon closer and quieter inspection – by pretending that she is still sleeping – she realized it was Jane who is trying to sneak in even after visiting hours. How and why he is doing that, is beyond her, but from that night on, she caught Jane doing it every night. It's like he had already established a routine; he'd come early in the morning, stay until visiting hours is over, sneak in late at night, leave just before dawn, and then come back again.
Oh come on Jane! Even if I am in the hospital, you confuse and puzzle me. I'm not even supposed to be thinking about you!
As she tried to shake the thought of the said consultant out of her mind, she heard another giggle resound through her room. This time however, she traced the location of the sound, which apparently is beneath her bed. So, with killing curiosity, raised eyebrows and laboured movements, she leaned beside her bed only to find herself, looking at a pair of greenish-blue eyes.
What in the world?
a/n. So, who do you think did Lisbon see underneath her bed? And why, on the first place, is this person underneath the bed? And what's up with Jane? Oh, I think everyone knows the answer to the last question but why can't Lisbon figure out the obvious? Hahahaha... Anyways, reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks again for reading.
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So here's her current situation; she's lying in a hospital bed, heavily stitched, gauzed and casted, suffering from numbness and light-headedness, getting confused by the minute because of a weird-acting consultant and currently staring at the face of ...
