"Jane?"
She looks up.
The doctors and nurses have succeeded in keeping her alive again, and Maura had returned in time to watch them leave.
Doctor Slucky and the nurse from before stayed, and had another discussion with Maura; they retrieved the documents from the table and handed it again to Maura.
She watches as Maura's sunken figure walks back into her hospital room, and at how heavy the documents look.
Maura sets them carefully down at the table.
She doesn't need to know what Doctor Slucky had exactly said, she's been in hospitals too often to not have learnt to read monitors too by now; besides, she did hear what the doctors and nurses were yelling while saving her - her beautiful mind, going to waste, and hurting Maura again.
"Jane?"
She looks back up.
Maura is sitting by her body on the bed.
"Jane?"
She looks at Maura, looking at her but not at her - looking at her body and not at her.
I'm here.
She looks at Maura.
"Jane?"
She wants to but she doesn't, she wants to give Maura the silent treatment because it wouldn't even make a difference, but she doesn't, she can't, she mustn't - it won't even make a difference - but she says the words again.
Maura, I'm here.
"Jane?"
Maura's voice breaks.
"Jane."
Maura reaches for her hand - and she's hiding in her corner, pressed into the walls, watching; she lets her eyes go blurry.
"Jane, we can have pizza tonight. Pepperoni on both sides. Would you like that?" Maura asks. "Jane?"
She nods.
"Jane?" Maura's hand is gripping onto hers, "You haven't shown me my softball team uniform yet. You did say that I could join and, I do have the optimum batting stance, Jane," Maura smiles as her hand shakes.
She says nothing.
"Jane?" Maura kisses her hand, "I miss you," Maura kisses her hand, "I miss holding your hand, I miss holding you, I miss how you'll leave a British strawberry on Bass's shell, and I miss our walks with Jo and how you always tease Bass for being too slow so he can't come along," Maura kisses her hand, "Jane?" Maura's tears flow down her hand, "I miss you," Maura keeps her lips on her hand, "I miss you, I miss you Jane," Maura whimpers against her hand.
"Please wake," Maura's cheek is pressed into her hand, "Please wake Jane."
She wants to stand.
"I miss you smiling, I miss your smiles, and I miss you smiling back at me Jane," Maura holds her hand in both of hers, "I miss how you'll tease and be all snarky, knowing that I'll never leave. How I'll tease and make you eat healthy," Maura smiles - possibly at the memories she's also reliving.
"I miss letting you know that I'll never leave. Showing you that I'll always be here, proving that I'll be with you for as long as I can be Jane," Maura has her eyes closed and lips pressed into her palm, against her scar.
"I miss hearing your laugh, I miss you making us both laugh," Maura's lips quiver against her palm.
"Please wake Jane, please," Maura's hands are shaking, "I miss you answering me."
She knows that her hand would be hurting - her hand is in Maura's, being held, being squeezed, and Maura's hands are trembling.
"I miss you holding me close Jane," Maura smiles as tears flow from Maura's eyes, "You're right Jane, the duvet doesn't even come close to your long arms wrapped around me." Maura cradles her hand.
She hides behind her scarred hands.
"Please wake Jane," Maura pleads, "For me. Please."
She hides behind her scarred palms, and she listens to Maura's voice calling out her name. Over and over again, Maura calls. Over and over again, she doesn't answer. She doesn't want to be here. She doesn't want to be here.
Maura's crying is all she hears.