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Broken
When Maura returned to Jane’s apartment, she was surprised to find her friend gone.
“Jane?” she closed the door behind her quietly.
In the bathroom, Jane ran the shower. Of all the things she wanted in her life right now, the primary one was not to have Maura see her fall apart. Sitting on the toilet, she fought hard to control her breathing. She could hear Maura calling her name from the other room, the love and concern that seeped from her friend made her feel even worse. Maura was clearly worried; her attempt to hide her feelings had failed miserably and she knew it.
A soft knock on the bathroom door made her jump and she got into the shower quickly, hoping the sound of the water would disguise the fear in her voice.
“Jane?”
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Jane croaked. She waited to try and hear Maura’s footsteps in the hall but realised that over the sound of the water, and without her heels on, she probably wouldn’t hear even if she did leave. Sliding down the wall of the shower, Jane couldn’t fight the sob that rose in her throat and, holding her head in her hands, she cried.
Maura had intended to sit in the living room and wait for Jane to finish her shower but something stopped her and she set her medical bag on the floor at the foot of the bed and sat on the comforter and waited. Jane’s external appearance and behaviour had indicated to her that Jane had a pretty serious infection. The sweating, the shaking, her pallor all pointed to that conclusion. Despite being muffled by the door, Maura heard Jane’s sobs clearly and got to her feet, resting her forehead against the cool wood before knocking gently.
“Open the door, Jane.” She said simply. More heart wrenching sobs greeted her request and Maura tried the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. A messy pile of clothes stopped the door after a few inches and Maura curled her arm around the door to push them out of the way so she could get into the room. Through the opaque shower curtain, Maura could see Jane huddle on the floor, her first instinct to rip the curtain open, wrap the detective in a towel and rush her straight to the ER but something stopped her. Jane didn’t cry. Not ever. In fact, Maura couldn’t think of a time when Jane had broken down, not in front of anyone.
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