Leaving everyone in stunned silence, no one spoke.

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Angela walked into her daughter’s room and had to stop.  The beeping, the monitors, it all reminded
her of the shooting.  She had almost lost
her then too.

“Dammit Janie…” she was so pale, there were bruises markedly
visible on her face and a gash on her eyebrow had been butterfly stitched.  She was so still, it killed her, her Janie
was never still.

Moving to stand beside her, she leaned down and spoke to her
“Janie, Mommy’s here honey…Maura will be in soon too…she’s been here the whole
time…and Frankie…Korsak…and Frost…we’re all worried about you baby…you need to
wake up okay…we need to see your smile…” the tears were flowing freely “damn you Frank where are you?”  She had left him a voicemail but het hadn’t
responded, she didn’t know if he even knew about Jane.  She hadn’t had much contact with him since
they separated.

Kissing her forehead, “honey I’m going to send Maura in
okay…she’s so desperately worried about you.” Walking out she went to the
waiting room to maintain her vigil.

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Maura walked in and immediately felt a sense of déjà
vu.  She had been through this with Jane
just last year.  With a deep shuddering
breath she walked toward Jane’s hospital bed and brushed her lips with a
kiss.  Looking at the monitors, she saw
that her heart rate was still fluctuating even without stimulation and knew it
was from the bruising.

“Oh Jane…what am I going to do with you.” Taking her hand,
Maura sat down next to the bed.

“Jane Rizzoli how many times are you going to put me through
this…I love you Jane…I need you…I need you to wake up and come back to
me…please,” she whispered.

Stroking her hair, Maura said, “you don’t know how many
people love you…care for you…Frankie is beside himself right now…I know you
hurt right now and you feel safer where you are…but I need you Jane…do you hear
me…I need you…” Maura brought Jane’s hand to her lips and kissed it gently and
gasped.

She felt Jane squeeze her hand, didn’t she…?

“Jane, Jane honey did you squeeze my hand?  Please if you can hear me, squeeze my hand
again baby, please.”  The slight pressure
she felt in response made her sob, “Oh Jane you can hear me…I love you Jane, I
need you in my life…you are my life, please.”