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He comes to slowly, first with the feeling of motion. It's kind of a rocking, a quite peculiar feeling for one who is supposed to be sleeping. Oh, he's so tired, body so heavy. There's pain, but he can't quite pinpoint it. He's jostled abruptly and wakens further. He can feel that he's lying down once he gets the feeling of up. The pain dissipates. And then, he opens his eyes.
People are talking to each other, but they sound so far away. Someone is leaning over him dressed in a dark blue uniform.
"Jane!" There's a voice he knows.
A hazy half smile appears on his face. "Hello, Lisbon." He can't turn his head and she appears in his line of sight. He's trying to get his bearings but everything remains at an arm's reach and sleep is wrapping it's fingers around his consciousness.
"Hi," she breathes. He knows that she's panicking inside, but she's Lisbon, she shows nothing. "You're gonna be fine. How do feel?"
"Like going swimming." It's true. The rocking of the vehicle is rather calming, like waves.
She blinks. "What?"
"Oh, nevermind."
"Hey, Jane?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time, wear a vest."
He wants to laugh. "Lisbon, we can discuss this at a further time. Besides, a vest wouldn't cover my shoulder, so your argument is invalid."
"Next time, it won't be your shoulder."
"That sounds like a threat. You can't threaten an injured man! For goodness sake, Lisbon, I'm shot!"
She sighs. "You are insufferable!"
Black dots appear in front of his eyes, obscuring his view of Lisbon. He feels constricted and so suddenly cold, like someone turned the thermostat down to thirty degrees. But he's still grinning.
"Lisbon?"
"Yes, Jane?"
"While it is most unfortunate, I have to inform you that I will soon lose consciousness."
Humor is gone immediately, although Jane doesn't really grasp why.
"Come on, Jane, stay with me."
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll still be here, it's just––" The ambulance hits some bump in the road. There's swearing all around and a wave of pain hits Jane like a large object colliding with him at high velocity. He chokes on his words because he can no longer focus, the only thing is pain, and it's everywhere.
"Goodnight, Lisbon." He voice comes out in a whisper.
He closes his eyes and drifts.
TBC
A/N: Shush, I'm writing.
Also, thanks for telling me about the abrupt tense-POV-etc changes in the second chapter. I formatted a line break between sections, but I guess FFN screwed it over. Ah, well. It's fixed now (hopefully).
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