It had been two weeks since Jane had woken up from her coma. And as per usual she couldn't get out of the hospital quick enough. They had told her that if her white cell count was ok that they would consider sending her home. As not long after she had woken up she had developed a serious infection where she had, had her surgery.
'So what's the verdict doc? Do i get to go home today or not? She was almost giddy with the anticipation, she just wanted to sleep in her own bed. She hated hospitals.
The doctor shifted closer to her bed, he flipped through the charts he was holding in his hands. 'Morning Jane, how are you feeling today?'.
'I'm good doc, i just really want to go home' looking at the doc with puppy dog eyes.
'Alright Jane, let me just look at your latest lab results, your temperature is normal, and you're white blood cell count is normal, which is excellent it means there's no sign of infection. I'm quite happy for you to leave today'. Before Jane could respond he jumped in again. 'On one condition, that you will have someone there to help you?'.
'That won't be a problem doc, my wife is a doctor and i have a helicopter mother'. Her elation was evident, she called out to the doctor as he was leaving her room. 'Thanks doc', she leaned over to grab her cell. Pressing 1, speed dialing her wife she waited for her to answer to tell her the good news.
'Hello Jane is everything ok?' God she loved to hear the honey blonde's voice, it didn't matter what she said, she always found it so sexy. 'Yeah, yeah everything is great, more than great really, the doc said i can come home today'.
'Oh Jane that is wonderful, i'll come and get you as soon as possible, say in one hour?'
Jane didn't care when, obviously sooner the better, the most important thing was that she was going home. 'It's ok hun, whenever you can get here, i would try and leave myself but they won't let me. Apparently i need looking after'. She said with a deep throated laugh.
'I agree with them Jane, you had serious life threatening injuries, which you're still recovering from and will take some time to heal from'.
Letting out a big sigh she continued 'i know Maura, just get here as soon as you can, oh and Maura, i love you'.
'I love you too Jane'. With a click on the line the call ended. She put her cell on the side table next to her bed and then slumped into the mattress. Without even realising it she suddenly felt really tired. Maybe it was all the medication she was taking for the pain, but she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Jane wanted tonight to be perfect, all she ever wanted was to shower her beautiful wife with love. She knew she wasn't the most easiest of people to love and get along with. She was stubborn, pig headed and impulsive. But Maura didn't seem to mind, she knew that ultimately when she did act on these feelings, her heart was always in the right place. 'Hey Maura, you look absolutely stunning tonight'.
Maura had decided to wear this gorgeous floral dress, it was low cut but not too low as to be sluty but enough to show off her ample bosom in a sophisticated way.
As she was watching Maura walk ahead of her, her feet felt like lead. She looked down and her feet had disappeared into the pavement. What the fuck! She tried not to panic, but when she looked back up to call to Maura, her stomach dropped and she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat.
There in front of her, the love of her life was being violated, the bastard who had stabbed her was laughing.
'See Jane, you just let me fuck your wife, and you did nothing to stop me', he then licked the side of the blonde's face, whilst still continuing to rape her.
She's never felt so powerless in all her life, all she could do is stand there and watch, hearing her wife's screams ringing in her ears.
'You can never protect those closest to you', he gave Jane a little smirk before placing a knife against her wifes throat and cutting it slowly. The screams from the blonde being replaced with gurgling, and thrashing until she was still, lying in a pool of blood'.
Jane woke screaming and thrashing in her hospital bed, she had watched Maura being killed in front of her eyes. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. In the pit of her stomach she felt nothing but dread and fear. Her clothes felt wet, drenched in sweet. In her nightmare induced state she had not heard Maura enter her room.
'Jane, sweetheart, it's ok, you just had a nightmare'. The blond gently brushed her wife's cheek. Instantly she could feel her start to relax under her touch.
As Maura continued to brush Jane's cheek she shushed her like one would do to a child to calm them. Slowly her breathing started to become even as her body and mind started to relax back to normal. The brunettes eyes landed on hers, the glazed look melting away as recognition started to come to her.
'Do you want to talk about it?', the blonde asked with concern. She shook her head, Maura knew that she wouldn't tell her. Well not straight away anyway. And she knew exactly what she was having nightmares about. As she too was having nightmares of that bastard.
Jane hated feeling vulnerable, but she was glad that her wife hadn't pushed her to talk about it. 'I didn't hear you come in'.
'Clearly' the blonde replied with a warm, loving smile.
She started to shift in the bed 'can we go home now?', she hoped her voice sounded strong and not too weak. 'I just want to be in my own bed and to be able to lay with my wife'.
Maura felt her heart swell with love and pride, she too had missed her wife very much. 'I've missed you too'. Leaning towards the brunette in the bed, she placed a warm, tender kiss on those lips that were hers and only hers. Pulling back and releasing her grip 'but first we need to get you changed, you can't go home in those pj's'. Giving her a mischievous look.
Jane knew the real reason why she didn't want her to go home in the clothes she was wearing. She was soaking wet in sweat from her nightmare, and that no-one, not even her, should be caught dead in public wearing those pj's. Always fashion conscious her wife is, that this made her smile.
The blonde helped her wife get changed, due to Jane's injuries she couldn't raise her arms very high as the broken ribs she sustained were still healing. And she had, had major surgery which meant she still couldn't stand up right, due to the pain.
There was silence between the two woman, it was the first time Maura had seen Jane naked since the attack. When she had helped remove her wet top she had to try and stifle a gasp. All over her lover's body was covered in bruisers, the worst areas were around the ribs. The bruising was very severe, a deep purple, almost black colour.
It was also the first time she had seen the true extent of the area they had operated on. Her entire abdomen was covered in a large bandage. She tried not to stare too much, she hoped she hadn't made Jane feel uncomfortable. She knew eventually they would have to talk about it, and would have to discuss what happened to the both of them. Maura helped Jane with the last few adjustments to her clothing. She didn't know what to say, all she could do was show her how much she loved her wife by planting a tender, yet love filled kiss on the italian woman's lips.
After several minutes there was a knock on the door, both the woman glanced up to see Jane's doctor stood there with a wheelchair. 'Sorry ladies, did i disturb you'.
'No, not at all doctor, please come in', Maura moved towards the door and opened it fully so the doctor could enter the room with the wheelchair.
'Right Jane, i have some paperwork you need to sign, as well as some instructions you need to follow'. He had met patients from law enforcement before, they were stubborn and sometimes reckless and hated being confined. And Jane was all the above.
'I know that Doctor Isles-Rizzoli here will follow my instructions down to the line, however i know how stubborn you are, so i need you to listen to me very carefully Jane. Ideally, you should be kept in for at least another 3-4 weeks'.
Jane was about to protest, raising his hand to silence her he continued. 'Yet, i am letting you go home early, as a) home is a better environment to recover in and b) your wife is a doctor. Otherwise i would keep you here. You are to listen to your wife at all times, take your medication as instructed and to use this wheelchair if you need to move about'.
'I promise doc, i'll listen to my wife, i'll be good'. Jane couldn't say it fast enough, almost feeling like a child.
Although he was sceptic that she would abide by all of his rules, he knew ultimately that after what both these women had been through, home would be a good place for them to start to heal. 'And to the really important bit, you will need to come back to the hospital to have your stitches removed from your abdomen and your face'.
That last part made both women freeze, they had not even mentioned the wound on Jane's face. Neither had seen it either, and frankly they didn't want to. 'It was a very deep laceration, almost to the bone, that is why it has taken longer to heal. 'However until it is fully healed and the stitches removed we can then discuss whether or not you want to be referred to a plastic surgeon'.
He knew he had hit a nerve, there was nothing but silence in the air, he handed Jane the paperwork, she signed the documents without saying a word.
'OK Jane, everything looks in order', looking over the paperwork. 'If you have any questions please don't hesitate to call me', handing over his business card.
Reaching out she took the card from him and handed it to Maura, otherwise she would lose it if she didn't. 'Thanks doc, for everything'. Giving him a small smile.
'You're welcome Jane, and look after each other'. He gave them both a genuine smile and wink and then he was gone.
When Maura had called Angela to tell her that her baby was being let home from the hospital she was overjoyed. She had decided to make Jane her favourite meal, homemade gnocchi from grandma's recipe.
Since being in the hospital her daughter had been looking thinner than usual, to be honest Maura had lost weight too. So tonight when they both got home she was going to feed them until they burst. She was making enough to feed the 5000, so at least she knew they would have plenty of leftovers to eat for the next couple of days.
When life got stressful or too hard to handle she would always cook, it was the only thing that relaxed her and cleared her thoughts. After that first initial phone call that's all she did. Was cook.
Frankie always liked coming into the Dirty Robber, not only for it being a cop hangout but he genuinely liked what Korsak had done to the place. 'Hey Ma, could you whip me up something to eat?'
Mama Rizzoli could never refuse her son, he has a face of an Angel that would melt any heart. That's probably why he got away with a lot of stuff when he was a child. That and Jane was stubborn enough to take the fall for him. 'Of course son, how about i make you some sweet potato fries and a nice cheeseburger'.
Frankie watched his mother leave to head to the kitchen to place his order with the chef. After about ten minutes she returned to his table with his food. 'Thanks ma'.
But before she could reply Frankie's phone started to ring.
He picked up his phone and looked to see who was calling, the caller ID said Korsak. 'Hey Korsak, whats up?, yeah she's with my now'.
Angela glanced over to her son, his facial expressions started to scare her. There was something wrong, terribly wrong.
'Where on our way', Frankie was up out of his seat before he had even finished the phone call.
The older woman had never seen her son this scared or worried before. She was frightened. 'Frankie, what's happened?'.
He grabbed his mother's hands and tried to compose himself, he took a deep breath and then began. 'It's Jane and Maura, they were attacked, the information is still coming in but one of them is seriously hurt. We need to get to General Hospital now'.
'Oh my god, not my babies'. The older woman wanted to cry but knew if she broke down now, she would be no use to anyone. So she would hold herself together until she knew what had happened.
When they arrived at the hospital, Korsak was there to greet them and to fill them in on what had happened.
The older detective could see the look of fear in the Rizzoli's eyes. 'Firstly, there both alive'.
Angela released her breath which she didn't know she was holding in. Frankie just stood there listening intently. 'I don't know all the details yet, only that Jane was beaten and stabbed, and that Maura was sexually assaulted'.
'Oh my god', the young rizzoli could feel his blood boiling. Not only had they hurt his big sister they had raped his friend too.
The older woman felt like her heart was breaking, she couldn't contain it anymore, 'No, not them'. Sob after sob racked her body as she started to slide to the floor. Both men managed to catch her in time and helped her sit in one of the many chairs in the corridor.
'Ma, they're going to be fine, they're gonna get through this'. Taking the older woman's hand in his own. 'And so are we, but we need to be strong now, for them'.
The older woman understood what her son was saying, shaking her head in agreement.
'I'm gonna find the doctor to get more information' Korsak said before heading towards the reception counter.
A few minutes later he returned with one of the doctor's, 'Hi, i'm Doctor Sanchez, i'm one of the trauma doctors dealing with Jane and Maura'.
Frankie took the doctor's hand and shook it 'Hi, doc im Frankie Rizzoli and this is my mother Angela' pointing to the woman sat to his left. 'Jane is my sister and Maura is my sister-in-law, are they ok?'.
The doctor hesitated for a few seconds, he wasn't going to give them the news they wanted to hear. 'Maura was brought in with some cuts and bruises, she has a laceration to her cheek which will require a few stitches . However the sexual assault she suffered was severe, causing her to hemorrhage, she is in surgery now to repair the damage'.
Korsak couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had to raise his hand to his mouth so no one could hear the cry that had escaped.
Frankie by this point had sunk into one of the chairs next to his mother, he had put his arm around her to try and comfort the now distraught woman.
'We believe that she will make a full recovery', swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat he continued. 'Jane's injuries however are more severe, she sustained major head and face trauma, as well as possible internal bleeding, suffering with broken or cracked ribs. She has also suffered a knife wound to her abdomen. She too is currently in surgery to repair the damage'.
Pausing before he delivered the final blow, 'Jane is in critical condition, she has already had one cardiac arrest, we will try our best to save your daughter. Unfortunately, i think you need to prepare for the worst. She may not survive the night'.
He hates delivering bad news to relatives, he has been a doctor for over 20 years and it still never gets any easier. 'I'm sorry, i will keep you informed on her progress'.
Angela was pulled back into reality and away from that fateful memory by the timer on the counter ringing, telling her that her double chocolate chip muffins were ready. The older woman turned off the timer and grabbed an oven mitt and took the perfectly baked muffins out of the oven and left them on a rack to cool down.
Thinking she had heard the sound of a car pull up she headed towards the window and looked out into the drive-way. Maura's Prius had just pulled into the driveway, relief and fear filled the older woman. She wondered if any of their lives would be the same again, and if the girls will be able to overcome and move on from what had happened to them.
