Had a hard time with Frost's POV, so I hope this one redeems me.
I watch Bobby drag Jane from the room and clutch the table behind me for support as their footsteps fade. What am I supposed to do? Jane would want me to stay with Frankie, make sure everything is fine but I've done all that I can. His breathing has regulated itself. I press two fingers to his neck. His pulse is still rapid but it is stronger than it was before. That's good, if he gets to a hospital soon he will make a full recovery with minimal surgery.
There is nothing left for me to do here and the panic tightening my chest tells me that I will not be able to think of anything else until I know that Jane is okay. I turn and climb the stairs. They will be faster than the elevator and even though I know that the four to six seconds I will save won't really be noticeable, I cannot be here for one more intent while Jane is with that man. I don't know what I can do when I get there, but I can't simply wait. By the time I get to the entry way I am running. Somewhere in the back of my mind I observe the clack of my footsteps echoing through the large room. I have never seen this place so empty. If I were not so focused on Jane I would stop to absorb the serenity of it.
I crash through the front doors and the fleeting thought of peace is driven from my mind. Jane has pulled the gun down, is pushing it into her abdomen, just below her stomach. "JANE!" I shriek a split second before she pulls the trigger. My legs propel me down the steps as her body falls, along with Bobbies, to the hard cement beneath them.
I stumble to a halt and land on my knees next to her. No! This is not happening. This is not real. But it is. I can feel the warmth leave her body as I pull off my jacket and lay it over her trembling form. By now my brain should be spewing facts and statistics at me, telling me where the bullet when and what it penetrated. But nothing is coming. All I can think to do is apply pressure. I pull her head into my lap, in an attempt to comfort myself more than her. Her dead weight is heavy but I don't really notice.
Korsak is next to me now. He tries to get Jane's attention. Her eyes flutter open, her pain and fear evident. When she recognizes us, she reaches up to Korsak. "Frankie? Help him! Go-" Her weak voice feels as though it actually piercing my heart. Of course her first thought would be for her brother. She is always taking care of someone else, never herself.
She is unable to finish her request because of the violent coughing fit that over takes her. The wet rattling sound reverberates in her chest. She turns her head to the side and I see a thin line of blood at the corner of her mouth. The panic that I have been trying to shove away rises again with great intensity. She must have ruptured her lung! There must been some rib fragments too. "You're okay. Just breathe Janie. Please!" I tell her, trying to keep my voice steady and calm.
She has stopped coughing but is now shivering, her whole body overcome with tremors. Shock, my brain tells me. She is going into shock. Keep her awake, keep her talking. The tears are dripping off my eyelashes now, blurring my vision. She is still looking at Korsak; her thoughts still with her little brother. "You have to save him. Frankie…" Another fit of coughs overtakes her.
Her breath has become shallower and the wet rattle is now constant. "No. nononononono Jane. JANE! Jane you can't do this. Please Jane!" The salty tears are streaming down my face now. I am no longer aware of anything that is happening around me. All I can see is Jane's trembling body. All I can hear is her struggling to bring in oxygen. All I can feel is her blood pooling around my hands as it soaks through my jacket. Her eyes roll back, lids close, blocking out the rest of the world. No! Jane you can't do this. You can't die Jane! I have never had a best friend. I have never talk about my feelings with anyone else. You can leave me all alone Jane. I can't be alone again!
Someone's arms are around me, pulling me up and away from Jane. I fight against them. I have to get back to her! Any and all logical thought has abandoned me. I am operating under fear and fear alone. I watch the paramedics loading Jane into the ambulance. The adrenaline has suddenly drained from my system, leaving me exhausted. I can no longer hold my own weight, nor can I fight the emotions flooding my system. I collapse against the arms that are supporting me, no longer trying to hold back the sobs.