17. Wake
By Alasse Fefalas
Lisbon crouched over Jane, gun out, senses in high alert. Lowering her weapon, she checked for his pulse - weak, but still there. The gash on his head bled, but not profusely. Lisbon breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jane," she whispered, shaking him. He laid there, pale and out cold. "Jane, wake up, dammit," Lisbon said, urgency in her voice. "Please wake up."
Jane groaned as he stirred. Sitting up, he winced in pain. "Lisbon...?"
"Jane!" Lisbon exclaimed in relief, hugging him. "Thank god. I thought I lost you..."
Jane hugged her back. "I'm still here."
