Cho's Point of View:

"You look like crap." This voice was different than all those I heard before, but it was undeniably familiar. The statement wasn't intended to be harsh, but a fact. The person remained standing and was quiet for several minutes, as if observing me. "You're the one person brave enough to blatantly say what you believe without regret, without caring what anyone else thinks." The man's voice broke slightly when he talked. "You're an invaluable agent… and the only person who understands why I need to find Red John." I was positive that the voice belonged to Jane. "So I'm going to be honest because you deserve the truth." Jane told me, as I heard him settle into the chair to my right. "There's very little chance that you'll ever wake up. The doctors try to be optimistic, but it doesn't look good." Jane confessed quickly. He sounded depressed and it stirred a great deal of worry in me. I knew this wasn't what Jane was supposed to sound like. "I wasn't there when it happened. I was still in the stairwell." He continued shamefully. Great, even Jane blames himself. "I was useless. I just froze." He admitted before getting quiet. Silence ensued for another few minutes before Jane finally spoke up. "Cho, if you die I'm going to quit working at CBI because I'm not going to wait around for you guys to get yourselves killed. You didn't have to be there. You shouldn't have been there." His speech was quick and serious, very unlike his normally fluid and carefree tone.

My heart started racing. I had had enough of this silence. I wanted out. I needed to wake up. I didn't want Jane to give up on catching Red John, give up on solving cases, and give up on them. I didn't want Lisbon and Rigsby to blame themselves for my death. I didn't want Van Pelt to lose her optimism. I wanted to wake up!

And yet, will just wasn't enough. I knew I was close. I was on the edge of regaining my consciousness, but I couldn't move. I was trapped.

Jane was silent as I fought to escape, but then I felt his warm fingers grasp my wrist. After another minute, I heard him stand up and lean forward until he was only inches from my ear. "I'm in love with Lisbon," he announced suddenly in a casual tone. I was shocked, not only by the confession, but how loud his voice was. If I could move my body, I would've jumped.

Jane started laughing cheerily.

Jane's Point of View:

It hurt to see him so still and lifeless, relying on tubes and medical equipment to stay 'alive.' This wasn't Cho. It couldn't be.

I was mad, not at Cho, but at how something like this could happen-how suddenly our team was one member short. Van Pelt was optimistic, Rigsby tried to pretend everything was okay, Lisbon was having a nervous breakdown, and Cho… Cho would've said it like it is. He's our reality check and the team needs him. "Cho, if you die I'm going to quit working at CBI because I'm not going to wait around for you guys to get yourselves killed. You didn't have to be there. You shouldn't have been there." I said quickly, my anger welling up inside. Despite my frustration, my keen skills of observation didn't miss a beat… literally. I froze, my eyes trained on the heart monitor. I could've sworn there had been a spike-as if his heart had jumped a beat. I leaned forward and grabbed his wrist to feel for a pulse. It had quickened, but was still unusually slow. I stared at him, waiting for him to move, but he remained perfectly inanimate.

I had a theory.

What I said must have surprised him and must of rallied his emotions. The only way that could be true is if he was able to hear me. There was only one way I could test it. I had to say something that would surprise him. I leaned forward, so I was only inches from his ear.

"I'm in love with Lisbon," I announced. Either he wouldn't hear me, and sharing my secret would amount to nothing or he would hear me, and the news would make his heart rate quicken. There was hope.

As soon as I said it, I felt his pulse quicken considerably and the beeping on the monitor got faster. I couldn't help but laugh. He could hear me! Cho was alive!

"You can hear me," I announced happily, but Cho didn't move. I released his arm and moved to the center of the room where I began to pace. "You can't see me," I stated. There had to be a way for me to jolt him awake, to help him connect with reality. I froze, suddenly having an idea. I moved back to Cho's side.

"Let's try something then. Listen very carefully and focus." I spoke calmly and smoothly like I do when hypnotizing someone. I glanced around the hospital room. "You're in a white room with hideous green and white linoleum flooring. Just imagine it," I told him in a soft fluid tone. "There's one closed door to your right, a thin plastic chair is sitting next to your bed, and there's one window with vertical blinds to your left," I described, willing him to picture it. I moved to the end of the bed, unable to stay still. "Then there's me, Patrick Jane. I'm average height, taller than you, but not as tall as Rigsby, with blond hair, blue eyes, a black vest with matching pants, and light brown shoes. I'm standing in the center of the room right at the foot of your bed. Can you see me now?"" I watched Cho, but he didn't move. I wasn't going to give up on him. "Wait one minute." I stated before running out into the hall. Lisbon, Rigsby, and Van Pelt all looked up at me, their eyes expressing alarm.

"Is Cho awake?" Van Pelt questioned hopefully. I gestured for them to follow me and they didn't hesitate. They entered the room and all of them were disappointed to find Cho's condition unchanged.

"What's going on, Jane?" Lisbon asked impatiently, her tone sounding defeated. I simply smiled at her with a boyish grin.

"Just stand there." I told them. I turned back to Cho. "Grace Van Pelt's standing on the left. She has red hair and brown eyes. She's tall with a muscular build." I described, glancing at the agent. I felt strange talking to Cho when he seemed unconscious, but I had to give this a shot. It had to work.

"Jane, I'm not going to stand here playing mind games while Cho is lying there in a coma," Lisbon rebuked, frowning at me. She was about to leave when I moved between her and the door, efficiently blocking her path.

"Teresa Lisbon has dark brown hair, pretty green eyes. She's glaring at me with her arms crossed across her chest, and then there's Rigsby, who's confused and is standing on the far right. He's tall, brown hair, brown eyes and is nervously shifting his weight." I continued, watching Cho intently.

"What are you doing?" Van Pelt asked. I glanced at her and could tell from her expression that she feared for my sanity.

When I looked back at Cho, I froze. His eyes had fluttered open and he was staring at us with a dazed expression. I smiled brightly.

"Cho!" Lisbon announced. All three of them brushed past me and surrounded him.

"You're alive!" Rigsby added excitedly.

I just stood at the foot of the bed, watching the happy reunion unfold before me. Van Pelt practically crushed Cho as she leaned down and hugged him. Lisbon was right by her side, intertwining her hands with his and Rigsby stood on the other side of the bed with his hand resting on Cho's shoulder.

Cho was overwhelmed, confused, and unable to speak, but there was also the unmistakable feeling of relief written his eyes.

Somehow it worked. Cho was alive.

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