Hello all, hope you've enjoyed the story so far. I promise this chapter doesn't leave off with a major cliffhanger. I know some part of Jane are going to seem a little OOC for her but this is just my take on how it could have been and how I am giving a little extra something to the characters I am barrowing.
Still sadly I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Just taking them on a little ride.
Hearing the overhead page Jane bolts towards the door as the short blonde nurse pulls the door open. The brunette nearly kicked the smaller woman to the ground.
"What's going on can I see Maura. I know what a code blue is Maura told me what it was when we were waiting once." Jane's eyes a wild and she doesn't even realize she still has her hands on the nurse's shoulder.
"Detective Rizzoli, please." The nurse gently removes the brunette's hands from her shoulder and walks in the room. "Why don't you all have a seat." Everyone in the room had risen as the nurse opened the door. Everyone except Jane took as seat as instructed by the nurse.
"Janie, please sit." Angela pleads with her daughter.
"No way, I want to see Maura. Now!" She shouts through gritted teeth. She looks to the nurse. "Please just tell me, tell me she is okay and I can see her now." The brunette knows better than to think she will actually be about to go to her best friend right now.
"I'm sorry.." The nurse begins but is cut off.
"Don't, don't you dare." Jane's voice cracks and she falls back against table. Her eyes plead with the nurse.
"I'm sorry, you cannot see Dr. Isles, she has been taken into surgery. She has suffer some severe head trauma which resulted in a subdural hematoma. She also has three broken ribs, numerous contusions, she has a three large gashes that will require extensive suturing, the bullet wound to her shoulder was a through and through which didn't cause a ton of damage to surrounding tissue and missed her clavicle by only a few millimeters and she has a stab wound through both hands. Detective Rizzoli are you alright? Do you need some water? Why don't you sit down." All the color in the brunette's face completely drains and she has begun to shiver. The nurse doesn't even need to take a step towards the brunette because the two male detectives have sat her down in the nearest chair.
"Uh, no. How..how bad is this? Is she going to be okay?" Jane's voice is barely a whisper. She subconsciously rubs at the scars on her hands.
"It's not good. There is a team of surgeons working on her right now. Right now their main focus is on the subdural hematoma and her hands. Her ribs have not presses against her lungs or any internal organs which is a good thing. They will work to repair her shoulder and suture her wounds once she is stable. Right now things are critical. I know you are the only person listed on her emergency contact form, but if she has any family I would suggest you notify them to come down immediately. Someone will be in to keep you updated as often as possible, but this isn't going to be quick. I would suggest you all try and get some rest in here if you can. This room is yours for as long as you need." The nurse shakes hands with the two male detectives and the older Rizzoli. She gives Jane's shoulder a firm squeeze before taking her leave.
"I don't know if I can do this." Jane's voice cracks and she buries her head in her hands. Nothing in the world makes any sense right now. This isn't right, it should be me laying on the operating table clinging to life. Not Maura, never Maura. She feels a hand gently rubbing her back which brings her back to the present. She looks up with puffy red eyes to find everyone in the room has left except her mother.
"Janie, why don't I take you home to get cleaned up? We can get something to eat and come right back. You heard the nurse this is going to be a long wait. You don't want to go see Maura when she wakes up looking like this do you?" The matriarch continues to rub soothing circles on her daughter's back wishing desperately she could somehow take away her pain.
"See me like what, Ma? With her own blood all over me? I am not leaving, I don't care what you want me to do or what you think is best. I am staying here. Go to my place pick up a change of clothes if it will make you feel better but I stay here." She stands up and begins pacing as the nurses words roll over and over in her mind. Maura has explained some medical terminology so she knows that bleeding on the brain is a very serious deal and coupled with all of her other injuries has made her critical. "She is my life, I will not leave until.." She can't speak the words. She will stay here until the M.E. is release whether that is a medical discharge or release to her her own morgue for a final autopsy.
"Oh, Janie." Angela takes a step towards her daughter but stops dead in her track when Jane spins around and holds a hand out to stop her from moving towards her. It breaks her heart to see her daughter in so much pain.
"No, don't you dare. Just leave." The brunette turns her back on her mother as she is once again lost in her own personal hell, that is her mind.
A little over four hours after she left the hospital Angela arrives back in the conference room with a duffle bag full of clothes and a tray of lasagna she heated up. She is greeted by Frost and Korsak who take the bag and food and set them on the table. The older Rizzoli looks over to where her daughter is seated in the corner with her head bowed, her eyes closed and her hands folded. If she didn't know any better she'd say Jane was praying.
"How long has she been like that?" She asks the two male detectives.
"Since before we came back. We tried to talk to her but she isn't hearing us. Every once in awhile she will mutter something under breath but if we ask if she needs something or what she said we get no response." Frost says as he gives the matriarchs hand a gentle squeeze.
"I've never seen her like this before. It's like the thing that makes Jane, Jane, is gone. Do you want us to give you two a moment? Maybe you can get her to at least hear you or talk to you?" The older detective says in a hushed tone. Not that he thinks Jane can actually hear him but he doesn't know what else to do.
"Yeah, thanks guys. Would you go to the nurses station and see if they would allow her to get a shower in one of the rooms? I am going to get her to at least take a shower even if I have to drag her in there myself." Angela hugs each of the men as they depart from the room before kneeling in front of her daughter.
"Jane, sweetheart can you look at me?" She says softly as she places two fingers under the detectives chin and raises her head to look at her. It takes a few moments but Jane's eyes finally open. "That's my beautiful girl. I brought you some clothes and something to eat."
"I can't even think about eating right now." She looks at her mother as if she just sprouted four heads. Eat really? How can she even think I could possible want to eat right now. My heart is shredded and she wants me to eat?
"Alright then, how about a shower. Vince went to go see if one of the nurses could get you a room to take a quick shower in. How does that sound?" Before she can even finish her sentence both men return.
"The nurse said the last room to the left has a shower you could use. Jane go get yourself cleaned up, if there is any word about Maura your mother will come get you immediately." The older detective says. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he walks in and sees Jane is actually sitting up and looking at them.
The brunette doesn't even speak she just gets up and grabs the duffle bag and heads out the door. She makes a right and follow the short hallway to the end and enters the small shower stall. She places the bag on the bench and locks the door. Opening the bag she finds shower gel, shampoo and conditioner. She starts the shower and begins to undress. When the small room has filled with steam she steps under the hot stream and closes the curtain.
Jane openly sobs under the running water hoping the sound is muffled by the running wate. It takes about fifteen minutes before she has exhausted all the tears her body has. She picks up the soap and begins to scrub. She scrubs her face, her arms, her stomach, every inch of her body she can reach until she has scrubbed herself raw. She quickly finishes her shower by shampooing and conditioning her hair. Her mind must be playing tricks on her because she swears she still sees the water running off her body having a pinkish tint. There is no possible way there is any more of the honey blonde woman's blood on her but she still sees it.
Turning off the shower she quickly dries off her body and throws on a pair of black yoga pants and a BPD t-shirt. She doesn't bother keeping her soiled clothes on her way back to the conference room she tosses them in a biohazard bin she sees at the end of the hall.
When she walks through the door to their makeshift headquarters she realizes she has been gone for over an hour. She drops the bag next to the table and takes a seat. She can feel their pairs of eyes on her.
"Have they come with an update?" Her voice is hoarse from the sobbing she did while in the shower.
"No, nothing yet. I was going to wait a little longer before trying to round up a nurse or someone who can get us some information." Korsak says from the far end of the table.
"Why don't you eat.." Frost is cut off by the brunette's hand in the air.
"Will you all please stop telling me I need to eat! The only thing I need right now is to see Maura!" Jane doesn't mean to yell, she knows they are just trying to help. All of their nerves are shot but that isn't making anything any easier.
They all fall into silence. No one wants to do or say anything that will set Jane off. The longer they sit there the more anxious they all feel. Frost is sitting at the table messing with his phone. Angela is sitting as close as Jane will allow reading a book. Well, more like absentmindedly flipping the pages off the book. She is mostly watching Jane. Korsak sits in the far corner much like Jane when they arrived, his head bowed and his hands folded. Jane however is staring at the clock, her leg is bouncing so fast her thigh is burning.
Seven hours after the small blonde nurse came in and let them know what was going on there was a knock on the door. Jane shot out of her chair but did not move a step towards the door. The other three slowly got out of their chairs and walked around the table. A tall gray hair man walked through the door.
"Good morning, my name is Dr. Paxton. Are you the family of Dr. Maura Isles?" Once through the door he extends his hand towards the brunette.
"Yes. How's is she? Can I see her now?" Jane takes his hand and gives it a firm shake before letting her hand fall to her side. She doesn't like that she cannot read the expression on the doctors face. She knows doctors deal with life and death on a daily basis and they are schooled in keeping their expressions neutral. But that doesn't make her feel any better.
"Please have a seat." He takes a seat as well sitting directly in front of the female detective. The nurse had told him prior that she is the one that is on the emergency contact form.
"Just say it." Jane says through clenched teeth. Seeing the surgeon take a seat in her mind means only bad things. She clenches her fists and tries to keep her chin from quivering.
"Dr. Isles is out of surgery. We were able to remove the hematoma from her brain and it appears the damage is minimal. A plastic surgeon sutured the numerous lacerations covering her body. As the nurse told you before the bullet was a through and through, and didn't do a lot of damage because of how high up it was. The head of orthopedic surgery here is a world renowned specialist in hand surgery was called in to perform the surgery on her hands. One of her flexor tendons in her left hand was nicked by the blade and her right hand hand no tendon damage at all. He was able to repair the small tare and closed the wounds. She was very lucky in that regard. His biggest concern right now is about infection. But we have started her on a high dose antibiotic. Right now Dr. Isles remains in critical condition. She is being transferred to a private room up on the ICU floor. It will be another few hours before anyone will be allowed to see her. And right now we ask that only one of you go."
"Me! I'll go, I'll do whatever you say as long as you let me see her." Jane pleads.
"That's fine you can be the one. Right now it's all a waiting game. When she wakes up we will know more about the extent of her brain injury. We are going to keep her heavily sedated for the remainder of the day to give her body a chance to heal. When you are in pain you tend to tense up and your heart rate and BP also rise, so keeping her sedated will allow her body time to rest and heal. She isn't out of the woods yet but she has made it this far. She's a fighter. If you'll excuse me I want to go up and check on Dr. Isles she should be up in her room. A nurse will be down in a little while to bring you up." The surgeon stands and extends his hand once again the female detective.
"Thank you so much." Is all Jane can choke out as she shakes the man hand.
After the door clicks closed behind the surgeon everyone apart from Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Jane however hit her knees and sobbed. When he walked in she was sure he was about to tell them Maura was gone. The relief knowing she was still holding on and fighting to stay alive had overloaded the female detective. Angela was quickly at Jane's side hugging her and kissing the side of her head.
"She going to be okay Janie." The older Rizzoli said with a shaky voice.
"That's not exactly what he said." Jane panted out. She is on the very of hyperventilating, her shoulders are heaving so hard that her mother is having a hard time holding on.
"Maura is a fighter, she'll get through this. I know she will." Angela continued to hold Jane as she wept until she had exhausted herself completely. The brunette is now slumped against her mother, while Angela continues is rub her back.
When Jane fell apart the two male detectives decided to give the two women some privacy. They have both worked with Jane long enough to know she wouldn't want them to see her like that. Hell, she wouldn't have wanted them to see anything she had been going through over the last four days since the M.E. was taken.
A little while later the men returned to find Jane sitting in a chair at the table pushing a piece of lasagna around her plate. They all made small talk around Jane but she never really joined in. She would look to the door every few minutes waiting for them to come take her to Maura.
Four hours after the surgeon came in to give them an update there was another knock on the door and the same short blonde nurse from the night before walked through the door.
"Detective Rizzoli, you can come with me." The nurse says.
Jane sprinted out of the door and was a quarter of the way down the hall before she realized the nurse was trying to keep up. She slowed down and allowed the nurse to lead the way to fourth floor, to room 433.
"She is still heavily sedated but you can go in. Talk to her, I like to think even when they are under they can still hear us." She offers up a small smile before pushing the door open and ushering Jane through. As Jane steps through the door the nurse closes it behind her to give them privacy.
"Maura." The name falls from Jane's lips barely above a whisper.
I love receiving all your comments and messages please keep them coming. I know this chapter is a bit long but I wanted to make sure I moved the story forward but still gave enough detail for the story to come to life. Hope you enjoyed this latest chapter.