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[Chapter 4]
Everything was hazy, fuzzy, warm, and good. Her brain told her that. It also told her to hold onto that feeling, let it engulf her and pay no mind to the voice on her left speaking.
That voice was not familiar, and had an arrogant, annoying, and whiny air to it.
There voice was another voice from the other side, on her right. She knew this one, as it droned in a familiar monotonous tone. Her brain told her she should listen to this one. In five minutes. It wouldn't hurt to hold this feeling just for five more minutes.
She concentrated on nothing, except for the happy, floaty feeling. Lisbon kept her eyes closed and listened to her surroundings. Familiar mono tone was talking with the annoying and whiny. She was lying down, but the bed didn't feel familiar. The sheets felt over starched and the blanket felt kind of itchy. There was an antiseptic smell that hung the air and she could hear the buzz of florescent lights over the two talking. There was a slow dull throb that began to resonate from her shoulder as she moved it slightly. And her head and back began to ache.
She opened her eyes slowly and gave off a slight groan. The lights were too bright and she was thirsty.
"Boss. Can you hear me?"
"Agent Lisbon, my name is Dr. Thompson. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
And then it faded. Good and warm were gone. Fuzzy and hazy remained. Reality came crashing down. Bits and pieces came back. She was too slow in drawing her gun, her shoulder exploding in pain as two shots hit her, sending her backwards into the coffee table. The dejected, pained look in Van Pelt's eyes as they rode the ambulance.
"How long have I been out?" Lisbon mumbled.
"Twelve hours."
"You are very lucky Ms. Lisbon, considering where you were hit..."
"How long before I can go back to work?" She interrupted while forcing herself to sit up. Cho caught her as she pitched to the right, almost falling out if bed.
"We'll keep you here overnight. Barring any complications, you can leave tomorrow afternoon, but you have to take it easy or I will keep you here longer. There will be some physical therapy to get a full range of motion back in your shoulder."
Doctor Thompson left the room, giving the two agents some privacy.
"Easy there Boss. You should rest. You were very lucky an inch in any direction and we would not be having this conversation. I would have probably been a pallbearer at your funeral."
"What aren't you telling me?" Lisbon asked.
"Nothing Boss, I just think you need to rest."
"Where is everyone?"
"Hightower is with Van Pelt. One of the doctors didn't think she looked to good and gave her a sedative."
"What about Rigsby and Jane?"
"Rigsby and Jane are at CBI headquarters. LaRoche's orders."
"Oh?"
LaRoche's orders? Rigsby was obligated to listen to LaRoche's orders. Jane was not. Well, he was, but he wouldn't.
Lisbon stared at her senior agent. After a few moments, Cho broke eye contact and ducked his head.
"Kimball, I know you're keeping something from me. I'm fine. I can handle it. What is it?"
"Jane shot and killed a man in the food court."
The world began to spin and she was nauseous.
Maybe she couldn't handle it.
TBC
Sorry that was a little on the short side... The next chapter is a little on the short side too...