Jane POV
You know that F.M.L. feeling you get when you feel like shit? Well that does not compare to how I felt when I woke up in the hospital. My entire body hurt like hell. Lisbon was sitting beside me in the hospital chair. She was asleep and softly snoring, she seemed like a little kid. Ugh. I really wish that Ben would have been successful in his attempt. How many times do people want to be murdered? Wow. My brain is really fucked up right now.
"Jane, how do you feel?" She was awake now great now I have to talk about what happened.
"Like I got the shit kicked out of me by a madman." It would probably be bad if I asked her to shut up.
"Do you need me to do anything for you Jane?"
"Can you leave? I really do not feel like talking to retarded bitches at the moment. Thanks."
"What the fuck Jane? Why are you being suck a dick lately? I am tired of your shit. I should have let Ben kill you." Wow she was pissed I guess I could not blame her.
"Fuck you I do not have to deal with you. Get the fuck out of my room! You should have let Ben kill me then I would not have to listen to you bitch about your fucked up life." God I really hate her right now.
"Jane I hate you." Wow she sounded like a kindergartener who just got owned by their best bud.
"The feeling is mutual. There may even be a fan club of people who hate me. I really could not give a fuck less if you hate me. Now will you fucking leave my room before I call security. Thankfully Lisbon walked out. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. I really was tempted to kill myself right now. It would be so easy to let all the bullshit and pain behind.
There was a set of crutches beside my bed. Getting up I grabbed them quickly and went to the nearest nurses' medicine station. It was easier to open then it should have been. I took four syringes labeled Morphine. There was a bathroom down the hall. I walked, fuck I hobbled into the bathroom and unwrapped the syringes. Taking the cap off of the needle I pushed it into my arm. I could feel it slowly enter my skin. Everything seemed as if it was in slow motion. Pushing down on the plunger I felt the cool liquid enter my arm. I repeated the steps for all four of the needles. I could not breathe and the room was closing in on me. Once again it felt as if the ground was rushing up to me. I was drowning I could feel nothing and everything at the same time. I felt all the pain disappear and all the sadness just leave my body. The door swooshed open and I could not make out who it was before I fell into a drug induced sleeping state.
