"...She still hasn't come out of surgery, Danny," Jamie's strained voice drifts into her hazy, half-asleep thoughts. "Listen, I'll let you know as soon I know anything. But I don't know anything right now. Believe me, I wish I did," a short pause as Danny speaks, then Jamie: "I know. You can't promise that though, anything could happen... Okay, I'll see you then. Positive thinking, yeah?" he laughs sadly as he hangs up the call.
Rey forces her eyes open. "Who was that?" she rasps.
"My brother, Danny. He's a detective at the 5-4 but I guess he pulled a few strings to get himself on this case. He'll be down here pretty soon, though I still don't know what he thinks he's gonna do."
"Not much more to do than wait. Take your statement. Wait some more..."
"Yeah, that's what I told him. But when Danny says he's gonna do somethin' it's hard to turn him off of it. Always been the stubborn one."
"How long've we been waiting? Jetlag's throwing me off."
"Probably been around seven or eight hours since they really started workin' on her. Based on my limited knowledge of medicine, that's not too long with the kinda injuries she must've sustained. Broken ribs, collapsed lung, and God knows what else," Jamie shudders. His hands are still caked in blood, and though Reyan hasn't been there since the beginning, she doesn't think the shock has really set in yet.
"Eddie's strong, Reagan. She's been through all kinds of shit and she's still fighting. She won't let this get the best of her either. I know she won't. She'll fight with everything she has in and then some. That's the Edit Janko I know," a soft smile lights up Reyan's face. Jamie mirrors her smile. His hands twist nervously in his lap.
"Y'know, I never really thought about it before. Not seriously."
"What?"
"What I'd do if Eddie wasn't around. Like really, truly gone. No chance of calling her up and going to get drinks at the end of a long day kind of gone. Whenever I think about Eddie not always being there it's just because one of us got promoted or transferred out. But we're still always there for each other. I need her to be there."
"You think about that a lot, do you? One of you transferring or getting promoted? Splitting up the legendary partnership of Reagan and Janko? About what kind of opportunities that presents?" Reyan raises an eyebrow suggestively. Jamie freezes. He knows he must have that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face but he doesn't have any idea how else to respond. Luckily for him, his moment of panic ends as he's saved by the metaphorical bell.
The operating room doors swing open in strangely anti-climatic sweep. "Family of Edit Janko?" asks the tall, brunette doctor who steps out. Both Reyan and Jamie stand up in a split second.
"Yes," they say together; not a question, but a statement. The doctor makes her way over in long, quick strides.
"I'm Doctor Alicia Morales. You're the family?" she inquires.
"Reyan Jones, FBI. I'm her best friend and emergency contact," Rey confirms, shaking the doctor's hand. "This is Jamie."
"Officer Jamie Reagan, ma'am. I'm her partner at the 12th," he returns the firm handshake.
"Fair enough. No family, then? Or just none here?"
"Well, uh, you might be better off askin' Janko that question, Dr. Morales. I don't think I'm qualified to answer," Jamie says slowly.
"Alright..." Morales pauses, "Edit's vitals have stabilized but she is still in serious condition. She suffered a collapsed lung and pneumothorax, which occurs when air fills the chest cavity and doesn't allow the lung to re-inflate. In addition she had some fairly serious bleeding from the gunshot wound itself, which was through-and-through. Though less serious, Miss Janko also has three broken ribs and a moderate concussion. She'll be staying here for a while, that's for sure."
"Is she awake?" Rey asks.
"At the moment, no. That would be for her own safety and comfort. We need to give the body time to begin to recover while unconscious. For her to be awake right now would also be extremely painful, although we already have her on heavy pain meds. That's not to say you can't see her, but she won't be conscious until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. When she does wake up, we'll be adding some fairly strong sedatives to her meds and she may not be very lucid."
"Okay," Jamie's voice seems stronger now, knowing that Eddie will be okay. "I think we'd like to see her now anyway, if you don't mind."
"Of course. I'll get a nurse to take you to her room as soon as possible. You've done enough waiting," Dr. Morales offers an apologetic smile.
"Thank you," Reyan returns the gesture. "Oh, and doctor?" she adds as Morales begins to walk away.
"Yes?"
"Everybody calls her Eddie. Not Edit."
A/N: There are a few things I should probably say about this story. One: Yes, this is Jamko. Two: I do not own Blue Bloods. Three: There isn't going to be much of an update schedule here because I honestly don't know when I'll be writing, especially when I get off winter break and back into school. I hope you'll forgive me for that; I try my best. Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope y'all like In Another Universe so far because I sure do. Reviews are appreciated - tell me what you'd like to see in this story and I'll see what I can do! -whenthedark