A/N: I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but I loved the reviews I got, So I decided to post the next part today. I'm currently writing part 4 and typing up part 3. Next chapter will be MUCH longer, which is why it's taking so long to type up. It won't be up until much later tomorrow. Sorry! Enjoy this part for now.

The ride to the hospital was hell for Jane. They had tried to bar him from getting onto the ambulance with Lisbon. Rather than trying to charm his way on, he fixed the paramedic in his way with the coldest stare he could manage. The terrified man had stepped aside.

Now he was standing beside her, holding her hand, stroking it with his thumb, telling her everything would be okay. She was trying to be stoic about it, but Jane didn't need his amazing intuition to know that she was in pain. Her mouth was arranged in a brave grimace. She was clutching at his hand and her muscles were tense. He reached out and brushed some hair off of her face. The corner of her lip twitched up in a half smile, and she squeezed his hand. She squeezed even tighter when they went over a bump in the road, causing her to gasp in pain. Jane himself was covered in small cuts and bruises, but Lisbon had taken most of the damage. He frowned, hating to see her hurt and scared and hating that it was his fault.

"Lisbon-" he started. She opened her mouth, ready to tell him that it had nothing to do with him, that she didn't blamed him, but he read her thoughts and cut her off. "Lisbon, it is my fault," he said sadly. "I'm so, so sorry." He wrapped his hand around hers just a tiny bit tighter.

She squeezed back weakly as he watched her fall into a dreamless, drug-induced sleep. They reached the hospital after a few quiet minutes and were pulling up in front of the doors. He kissed her on the forehead and murmured, "I'm sorry, Teresa," before she was swept off into the hospital.