Frankie sighed as he watched the ambulance speed off. There was a lot of work to do now and he figured he'd better get a jump on it while he waited on Korsak and Frost to show but first, he pulled out his phone again and dialed Angela's number.
...
The ambulance arrived at the hospital in record time. Jane silently wondered if the fact that Maura was the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts had anything to do with that but right now, she didn't care so long as it meant Maura would get help faster.
They unloaded the stretcher and brought the Doctor in through the ambulance drop off doors. Jane went to follow them but they pushed her back.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but this door is for patients only."
"I have to go with her," Jane scowled, as she tried to push past him.
"Ma'am!"
"I'm getting in there one way or another...and it's Detective. If you call me ma'am one more time, she's not going to be the only one needing an ambulance."
"I'm sorry, Detective," he corrected himself, "but you'll have to wait in the waiting room unless you need medical attention for that leg?"
They both looked down at Jane's torn pant leg and the large gash that was peering through the hole.
"I'm fine, just make sure she's ok."
"We can do both," he assured her.
"Ok, but I can wait, make sure she's ok first."
He nodded his head and instructed her to wait in the emergency room. He told her that someone would be out with information on Maura or to call her back for treatment, whichever came first. In the meantime, he cleaned her wound quickly with supplies from the ambulance and put a bit of gauze and tape over it.
"This should hold you over for now."
She thanked him and he disappeared through the ambulance entrance doors, leaving her by herself.
She limped over to the emergency room entrance and checked herself in. She sat down and looked around. There weren't too many people there but she realized that was probably because it was late. She looked at the clock in the waiting room, realizing she had no idea what time it was. 10:42 pm.
She sighed to herself and sunk down in her chair. This was the first moment she was able to relax all night, however, it wouldn't last long. She rested her head on the back of the chair and closed her eyes. The pain and throbbing in her leg started to become apparent now that her adrenaline was wearing off. She opened her eyes and looked down at her leg. Her pants were covered in blood. A mixture of her own blood and Maura's but her hands, and the white tank top she was now wearing, were covered only in Maura's.
Her thoughts flashed back to that moment and she closed her eyes again. She could practically hear the loud squeal of the tires and smell the rubber burning. Her heart began to pound as she saw the truck heading straight for Maura. Panic filled her chest and she realized Maura was not moving. She gasped and opened her eyes.
She looked around and noticed that the few people in the waiting room were now staring at her but she didn't care. All she cared about was Maura. She began to pray, something she almost never did, despite her catholic upbringing, that Maura would be ok and that she didn't cause any permanent damage.
She couldn't even think in that moment. Her body just reacted. Maura was in trouble and the only thing she could do was basically tackle her, like a linebacker, out of the truck's path. She also landed on top of Maura, shielding her face and body from the flying debris as much as she could with her own.
Just then she remembered the sting of the shards of glass and plastic as they hit her when the truck collided with the light post that was nearby. It felt like the time she had accidentally stepped on a nest of fire ants as a child and Tommy and Frankie just laughed as she danced around the yard trying to shake them off. Only this time, there was no laughing.
She looked down at her arm and realized there were cuts and scrapes all over it. She was assuming her whole right side would be covered as well. Hopefully she was able to shield the good doctor as intended and that she caught the brunt of it.
Jane was snapped out of her thoughts by a woman calling her name. She looked up then began to stand quickly. She winced in pain as she realized she needed to be moving a lot slower. The woman smiled sadly while taking in Jane's appearance.
"Do you need a wheelchair or any assistance walking to the back?"
"Nah, I'm good." Jane said, waving her off. She began limping over to the woman who led her into a room in the back.
The nurse was young. Probably in her late 20's-early 30's. She was a lot shorter than Jane, thin and blonde. Beautiful. She was wearing a name tag that said 'Rachel'. The name suited her, Jane thought. She also detected a hint of a southern accent and thought how strange it was to hear in Boston.
Jane thought about how many girls like her that she's rescued over the years. Or the ones that she couldn't rescue. That thought made her heart sink. She brushed it away and took another quick look at one of the clocks in the hallway when she realized, she had no idea how long she had been sitting in the waiting room. 11:37pm.
"You came in with Dr. Isles, correct?" the woman asked, her accent really coming through on Maura's last name.
"Yes, is she ok?" Jane frantically searched the younger woman's face for answers but unfortunately, she did not have them.
"The doctor who has been treating her will be with you shortly. He will be able to update you on her progress." The woman said as she turned into a small room and pulled a chair out for Jane to sit in.
She reached out and put a hand on Jane's shoulder. "We all heard what you did. How you saved her life. I wish I was lucky enough to have a girlfriend like you." She gave Jane an empathetic smile and turned around to walk out of the room.
"I'll be right back. Please sit tight."
Girlfriend?
Girlfriend, like 'Girl that's a friend'? Or...?
She was pulled from her thoughts by a soft knock on the door.
She cleared her throat. "Come in."
