As i promised, Chapter two.

Of Many Things
Chapter Two

She realised that it wasn't normal. Everyone feared death, didn't they? At Least, we are taught that we are supposed to for as long as we can remember. That it is this terrifying judgement day. Heaven or Hell? Perhaps nothing at all. None of that was important to Lisbon though, it was out of her hands. It was far more useful to fear things that she could control. Life. How it ends doesn't matter, it's what you do with it that really counts. It wasn't death that she had to fear; it was time.

That day had started out like any other; for the most part it had played out like any other. She had always thought that if she were to die, it would be from some great act of bravery. She would go down fighting. All guns blazing. Heart racing. Adrenaline pumping. Blood flowing. But no, she didn't even have that. She had headed to the grocery store on her way home from work; bags in hand she was mere feet away from her car when the all too familiar sound of gun fire rang out from the darkness. She ducked, at least she tried too, but it was too late. Bang. Bang. Bang. And then silence. Everything slowed down, the world darkened a little, went blurry around the edges. She could hear people all around. A woman was screaming. Another calling out for 911. A car speeding so fast that the wind echoed in it's wake. A man's voice too. And a child. It all seemed so far away though. Like she was listening through water. All she could focus on was the fire that was burning through her entire body. Every where the pain seared, the cold followed. Never had she felt cold like this before. She felt as if her life was being frozen. Like her blood had been replaced with poison. It was too much for her to take. Her eye lids weighed a thousand tonnes. Impossibly hard to keep open. And as the voices grew ever further away, and the cold ever greater; her need to close them won over. And then it all stopped. She was somewhere all together more wonderful. She was being allowed to dream her time away, completely unaware to what was happening to her lifeless body. To the commotion, and the madness that surrounded her. She was somewhere that could only be described as heaven; if you believed in it, of course.

"Lisbon.. Lisbon" Something, or better still, someone was trying to pull her away from the magical place in which she was in. At first she thought the voice was coming from inside of her wonderful dream land, an angel perhaps. Then it got louder, more persistent. "Please, Teresa, you have to wake up." She recognised the voice, the use of her first name sent shivers down her spine, but there was something about the tone that scared her. Patrick Jane's voice, however lovely, never portrayed as much emotion as it had in that single sentence. She needed to find out why. She needed to escape from her own mind. Her eyes were lighter now than they had been before. Her open lids allowed light to flood suddenly into her pupils. She tightened them again, not prepared for the blaring white that her met her. This time she tried the slow and steady approach, peeling them ever so slightly apart. She searched about for the one thing that had rescued her from her own personal entrapment; Patrick Jane. Her eyes sought out his. Needing to see the beautiful blue orbs she had become so accustomed to over the years, and when she did, she knew what had been in his voice. She wouldn't need to ask, emotion was written all over his being. His eyes were screaming out fear, and pain, and hope.
"Hey." She hated how scratching her voice sounded. Like she hadn't spoken in a very long time. Despite this, she smiled up at him, igniting the hope in his soul.
"Hey." He replied, gently grasping her hand in his own, "you my dear, sound like you need a cup of tea."
A smile to match her own spread across his handsome face, and in that moment she was never more grateful for the ability to open her eyes. At Least,she was until the realisation of where she was hit her. How hadn't she noticed before? Machines were beeping in every direction. Pipes, and tubes, and wires had been shoved under her skin. The unmistakable scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air. She was in a hospital. Panic building. Heart Racing. Her eyes widened in fear, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt like she was suffocating, and that pain; that overwhelming pain returned. Not even the gentle voice of Jane could save her now. She was being sucked back into that place. The place she had moments ago thought of to be heaven, but now feared that it was some kind of hell. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay here. To stay on earth. To stay alive.

Okay, so far, what do you think? Should i keep it going?
Thankyou for reading, Katie.