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Chapter 2
He hated hospitals.
Beeping machines.
The constant smell of disinfectant.
More annoying beeping machines.
The last few hours had been draining, physically, emotionally.
He couldn't stop pacing, they'd been here hours. Yet they'd heard nothing.
He remembered her, her lovely dark curls, her pretty green eyes. Her smile.
Mere hours before the incident she'd been so full of life.
Then flash forward a couple of hours and he was holding her limp, blood soaked form in his hands.
She was so strong, but so delicate.
And now she was somewhere in this goddamn hospital, lying on an operating. And he had no idea if she would make it.
He couldn't loose her, he just couldn't loose someone he loved, not again.
And he hadn't told her, he hadn't told her that maybe, just maybe he was ready to move on.
He knew that he loved her; it was just a question of whether he was ready to take that step.
He couldn't even begin to think about loosing her now.
He hadn't told her, she had no idea of his feelings.
He remembered that feeling of dread when she'd staggered into the office, covered in her own blood and deathly white… He remembered the helpless whisper she'd used when she struggled to get out his name.
"Jane?"
He looked up, and panic engulfed him, blood, bright red and hot was everywhere on her.
"Lisbon," he said a hysterical edge to his voice as he ran over to help.
He got to her just in time, she collapsed in his arms.
The way she'd looked at him, it'd broken his heart.
"Jane," Van Pelts voice rudely interrupted his thoughts.
"What?"
"Can you stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"Pacing", she said quietly, "It's making me nervous."
"I am nervous, we all should be nervous," he said getting slightly hysterical, "Lisbon is in surgery, our boss and our friend, of course I'm nervous!"
"We're just as worried as you are," Rigsby said.
"This is my fault," Jane muttered,
"It's no ones fault," Grace said.
"I should have gone with her, if I'd have been there…"
"We could all of us say the same," Cho said, "It's no one fault."
Self hate and anger boiled and bubbled up inside him, "Who did this?" He said bitterly.
"We'll get him, well get the bastard," Jane said.
There was silence for a moment.
"Who would want to hurt Lisbon?" Grace said, a look of worry tainting her face.
"It might have been an be an unmotivated attack," Cho suggested.
"No this was motivated," Jane said.
"How do you know?" Grace asked.
Jane didn't get the chance to answer, the tension and anticipation built up inside him as a doctor approached them.
"Do you know where Teresa Lisbon's family is?"
"That's us," Patrick cut in, "I'm her cousin, this is her brother, that's her sister and he's a friend," he gestured at them all randomly.
The Doctor eyed him suspiciously but kept his doubts to himself.
"What's happening?" Grace asked fearfully.
"How is she?" Jane asked, a knot twisted in his stomach as they waited breathless for the doctor to answer.
"She's in a critical condition, it was very lucky you got her here when you did, another few minutes and she wouldn't be here."
"But she'll be ok right?" Rigsby asked.
"If she makes it through the next 24 hours, then things will be looking up, but it's touch and go."
"She's a fighter," Cho said immediately.
"She is," Jane agreed.
"Its touch and go," the Doctor said.
"Is she out of surgery?" Jane asked.
"Yes, she is,"
"Can I see her?" He asked straight away.
"Yes, but only one visitor at a time."
No one protested when Jane rushed off to her room first.
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