Authors Note: Thanks to Ebony10 for being my beta. As a reminder, I am not a doctor, so lets just assume that the way I say it is how it really is. Thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It was hard to see him hooked up to all the machinery. There were wires and tubes all over the place. Jane's head was wrapped in so many bandages it was hard to see his face. His leg seemed to be in a cast. Dr. Jones had not said anything about his leg being broken, but it would seem that it was.
They were all standing outside of the room. Only one person could see him at a time and they were still trying to decide who would go in first. Finally, Cho took the initiative and went into the room. He pulled a chair up next to the side of his bed and started talking to him quietly.
"Hey, Jane. Looks like you're pretty screwed up. You know Lisbon's taking this pretty hard. You should see her." He sat in silence for a few minutes. He was having a hard time controlling his emotions. "Um, the next time I come I'll bring one of my books. I've heard that hearing people's voices can help, um, yeah."
He looked out the window and noticed the rest of the team standing out there. He turned back to Jane and wiped his eyes. "Hey, I think everyone else wants to say hi. I'll come by later and bring a book. Do you have any requests?" He paused as if waiting for him to answer. "You know what? I'll just surprise you."
He walked out of the room and stopped in front of the rest of the team. It had been a long day and it showed on all of their faces. "I'm heading out guys. Call me if anything changes." Rigsby patted him on the back and went into the room as Cho headed for the elevator. Lisbon and Van Pelt were left standing outside the room.
"I want to see him last, ok?" Lisbon said quietly.
"Yeah, that's fine." Van Pelt sounded distracted. Who could blame her really?
Rigsby was only in the room a few minutes before he came out. He, too, looked like he had been crying. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." He said quietly. He gave Van pelt a quick hug and then rushed toward the stairs to head down. He needed the exercise to keep his mind off things.
Van Pelt looked at Lisbon and then went into the room. She sat in the chair next to the bed like the two guys had done. She picked up his hand. It seemed like the only part of his body not covered in tubes.
"I know you don't believe in God, Jane, but I hope you know I'm praying for you. I have to think that you'll make it out of this ok. The doctors said if you make it through the night your chances of survival double. I have to believe that you'll make it. I don't know what I'd do without you." She started to cry and couldn't bear to look at him anymore. She quickly stood up and went out of the room.
Lisbon was standing there, trying not to watch Van Pelt talking with Jane. She knew that if she saw her crying she would lose what little control she had left. When Van Pelt came out of the room, she turned and pulled her into a hug. They stood that way for a few minutes, just trying to comfort each other.
When they broke apart Van Pelt didn't say anything. She just tried to smile at Lisbon through her tears and went to the elevator. Left alone, Lisbon sighed deeply and looked into the room. She had wanted to go last and now it was her turn. Slowly, she made her way into the room and took the seat next to the bed.
She picked up his hand like Van Pelt had. She unconsciously rubbed the back of it with her thumb. She just looked at him for the longest time, not knowing what to say. She tried several times to start, but was unable to. Finally she decided to just talk with him like nothing had happened.
"This is a really crummy excuse for being late for work Jane. I mean, if you wanted the day off all you had to do was call in and tell us. You didn't have to get into a six car pileup with a semi truck." She tried to laugh, but it was a strangled sound and quickly turned to a sob.
"Damn you Jane. Why did you have to get into that accident? This is not the way you are supposed to die. This is the easy way out and you have never taken the easy way out." She knew it was pointless to be angry at him, but she couldn't help it. She let go of his hand and used both of her hands to cover her face. She started sobbing quietly. This was going to be a long night.