A/N: This chapter is a bit short. I will update the next one soon. Thanks for reading!

Jane sat at Lisbon's bedside for a good thirty minutes before she started to moan softly. He squeezed her hand. Yes! She was waking up. And then, she started to frantically kick and moan his name. He didn't know how to wake her. "Lisbon, you're alright", he told her softly.

She continued to struggle and thrash around. Her heart monitor started to beep faster and she was breathing heavily through her nose. He cupped her cheek and started to caress it with his thumb, "Lisbon".

"Sorry", she continued to say, over and over.

"Lisbon! Wake up! Lisbon",he said too loudly.

Suddenly, she sat upright and opened her eyes, "Jane!"

He jumped out of his chair and held her face between his hands. "Teresa, you're okay. You're in the hospital. It's me Jane", he told her softly.

Tears were running down her cheeks. She looked into his eyes and seemed to finally come back to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Jane, I thought they killed you." She was crying hysterically now. He had never seen her this upset before. He wrapped his arms around her and started to slowly rub her back. It was full of sweat and heat. She was trembling and hid her face in his neck. She soaked his neck and shirt in her tears, but of course he didn't mind.

"You were having a nightmare?", he asked her even though he knew the answer.

It took her a while to respond. She gently nodded her head yes and then pulled away from him. She quickly swiped at her face, while looking down at the hospital sheets. Her face was bright red and she continued to sniffle. "Are there tissues?", she whispered ashamed.

He looked around and spotted some on the bedside table. He snatched the box up and placed it in her lap gently.

She cleaned herself up and then took a couple of deep breaths. Then, she brought the sheet up to cover the front of her body. She was trying to pull away from him, to protect herself.

He could tell she wasn't going to elaborate on her nightmare. He put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Lisbon, do you remember how you got here?"

She still refused to look at him, but he could tell she was disoriented. She had no memory of what happened. "No...I don't know", she responded. Her voice sounded like a frightened child.

"Teresa you have nothing to be ashamed of", he cupped her cheek again and tilted her head up. She was now looking at him. "Red John, he must've gotten the jump on you." He waited for her to respond.

"Partridge", she whispered in confusion. A minute passed as she tried to recall her memories. "He's dead. I got a distress call from a residential neighborhood. Partridge's phone location was there...so I went. I found him...he was stabbed, but he whispered Tyger, Tyger to me. And then I don't know what happened. I can't remember", she said with frustration.

"Red John got to you. I thought...I thought you were dead." His eyes teared up at the image of her, face down on the bed. He pulled away, "I should go. You need to rest." He stood up and bolted to the door.

"Jane! Wait!", she yelled in obvious distress.

He couldn't turn around. If he did he would never be able to leave her. He had to get away. Get away in order to keep her safe. That's what he had to do. He couldn't show anyone that she is his weakness. No, no more. He had to go. And with that, he pushed the door open and walked away from her.

TBC, please let me know what you think! Thanks :)