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Here is chapter three...

Of Many Things
Chapter Three

Jane was sat in the same chair that he had been for the past several hours; refusing to move until he had news on Lisbon. Most people would have slumped down by now, rested their heads, shut theirs eyes, but Jane thought that this was a sign of defeat. He needed Lisbon to be ok. He needed her to be alive. Something was telling him to keep positive; maybe his energy would work it's way to her fragile body. He didn't understand why this was happening. Why she had to be the one lying on that damn operating table, naked and vulnerable. He would give anything to trade placed with her, but he knew, all too well, that it didn't work like that. The world was far too terrible a place for that. So, here he found himself, alone in a hospital room. When the team had found out what had happened they went into over drive. Cho had of course taken charge. He, along with Grace and Rigsby, was determined to catch the bastards that had done this. Goodness knows how the agents would react if they found the culprit; no one messed with their family. Jane felt almost sorry for them. Almost.
So that is why Jane was alone. He was no good at the 'cop' stuff, at least not without Lisbon by his side. He was good with people though, and Lisbon would need that when she woke up. It had to be 'when', any other option didn't bare thinking about.

Just as Jane was contemplating heading out in search of tea; it was much needed at times like this, he was joined in the room by who he presumed was Lisbon's surgeon. Dr. Jenson. Tibby Jenson to be exact, or so her hospital badge read. Much younger than Jane had expected, although he hadn't really had much contact with hospital staff since, well since the only day of his life that was anywhere near as catastrophic as this one was turning out to be. Her deep auburn hair was swept back, messy after the removal of a scrub cap. Clean hands, but bloodied scrubs. Dark blue scrubs, with a green hem around the neck. Trainers. Not branded. Comfortable looking. Well warn. An almost ghostly pale complexion, but healthy still, porcelained skin. Deep blue eyes. The closest to navy he had ever seen.
You could always count on Patrick Jane to notice a million things about every single person he laid eyes upon. Normally it was simple curiosity, but today his talents help a far darker purpose. He thought that maybe he would find a clue as to Lisbon's condition from within her surgeon. So he could prepare himself for the news he was about to receive. He could put on a brave face if he knew what to expect. But no, not even the deep set eyes of Dr. Jenson gave her away. Jane had only ever seen such a stoic expression in Cho; on such a young and beautiful women it was quite mesmerising.
'You must be Patrick Jane, i'm Dr. Jenson, Teresa's surgeon,' she waited to see if the man was going to make any attempt at reply before continuing, 'i'm afraid that there were some serious complications during her surgery...'
No, it couldn't be right. Her words were not the truth. Complications meant bad news. Everyone knew that. Jane was trying desperately to listen to the words coming from Dr. Jenson, but his world had just grown ever darker, and all he could think of was his desperate need to see Teresa see these complications for himself.
'Can i see her?' Jane's voice was but a whisper against the bustle of the hospital wards.
'Of Course , I have to warn you though, Teresa is on life support at the minute, we will assess her case later on to see if she can breathe for herself, but for now she must stay on the ICU. Her appearance may be a shock to you, just, be prepared before you go to her.' and with her words echoing through his mind, Jane followed Dr. Jenson through countless monotonous corridors, all the time his need to see Lisbon building up inside of him.

He had been staring, for what felt like hours, through the window of the hospital ward at Lisbon's tiny frame; almost miss-able amongst the machinery keeping her alive. He couldn't bring himself to go in. He couldn't face seeing her like that. She was always so brave. So bold. So full of life. And now she was, he didn't even know what she was. It didn't bare thinking about. If it wasn't for the constant beeping that surounded her, he would have thought her to be dead. A thought that hit him far harder than he had ever expected. After his beautiful wife and child had been stolen from him so cruelly, Jane had felt so many terrible things. Anger. Hatred. A need for revenge. But never had he experienced a feeling like this before. Such desperation. He needed Lisbon to make it through this. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't. He simply couldn't live, if she wasn't.
With one last look, he took in an almighty breath, and pushed through the heavy glass door that lead him to the surreal world of the intensive care unit. The clean smell that hospitals had seemed to be intensified in here. Like the chemicals were burned into his brain. Blood too. That metallic taste rang through his senses. All around him people were rushing about. Nurses checking on an almost endless list of patients. Doctors discussing medical notes. Surgeons returning from the OR. Loved ones clinging onto every last hope.

Jane sank into yet another sterile chair. His posture had lost it's hopefulness. Replaced by dark thoughts of a terrifying world; one that Lisbon was not apart of. Not knowing of anything to say, or do, to make things better. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't fix her. All he could do was be there for her. He took Lisbon's hand in his own, the warmth surprising him; igniting the small hope he had left that their was life left inside of her yet, and clung on to it with all the strength that he had. 'Teresa..'

Thankyou again, i hope that i did not disapoint.
Katie.