Winging It: Exceptionally Beautiful ~ {A Rizzoli & Isles Fanfiction}

Maura's POV

"Bret!" I cried out as I ran over to him. Everything happened so fast. I could feel the room spinning above me as I knelt down next to my husband and covered the bullet wound with my palms. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as the reddish brown substance covered them. Removing my blouse, I held it to his chest and put as much pressure on it as possible. Suddenly, all of my knowledge went away as my blouse drowned in his blood. What have I done?

Kate was dabbing cold water on Jane's face as she woke up. Jane was still not fully aware at what happened just a short minute ago. I looked over at her, remembering what she just endured. A knot the size of a baseball appeared on her forehead, by her temporal lobe. My best friend was injured and in need of assistance as my husband was laying in my arms, unconscious, with a bullet wound to his chest. 

A short few seconds have gone by when a medical team rushed through my door and immediately lifted Bret and Mark up onto stretchers. "Be careful with him!" I couldn't help but yell out to the paramedics as they hoisted Bret up. As they wheeled the both of them out to the ambulance, one of the other paramedics was checking to make sure that Jane was okay. 

I rushed into my bedroom to put on another blouse before I climbed into the back of the vehicle that Bret was in. Sitting beside him on the way to the emergency room, I kept holding Bret's hand. I ran my fingers through my hair as I thought about the horrendous thing I just did. He was losing blood faster and faster during the three minute car ride and it was all my fault. How could I have been so impulsive? That is not like me at all. All I knew was that Mark was going to kill Bret if I didn't do something- and Jane's gun was right there. I guess I just figured that if it was self-defence, then it would have been alright. But now I have two possible homicides in my hands; the love of my life being one of them. 

When we arrived at the hospital, I ran in with the team to about as far as they would let me go before sending Bret to surgery. As they wheeled him into the opperating room, I was sent to the waiting room to well...wait. And that is where I am right now. 

It is absolute agony waiting here by myself to find out if my best friend, Jane, is okay and if my husband is going to survive. I just can not imagine my life without either one of them, especially now. Now, when I am getting my life back after being sick. Now, that Bret and I decided to have another baby. Now, that I am going back to work soon. 

I can't just sit here and wait. I should have the right to be getting updates- what ever happened to them? Notifying the spouse of the patient with what is going on. I would kill for any kind of sign that he was okay. The only worse part about all of this is that it is my fault. None of this would have happened if I never grabbed Jane's gun. If I never acted on impulse. If I just let the police come to handle it. 

I knew this whole thing was a bad idea. No one changes. I don't care if that man acted polite at the zoo or not, no one changes. He shouldn't have ever came to our house. But the thing that confuses me is that I have no idea what they were fighting about. 

Feeling something buzz in my pocket, I pulled my cell phone out. There was a text from Kate that read, "Jane is fine. Be there soon." 

Half of the weight just lifted off of my shoulders. Before I could think about how grateful I am that she was okay, the doctor came out into the waiting room. "Doctor Isles?" he greeted as he shook my hand.

"How is he?" I asked him, eagerly waiting for an answer. 

After taking in a deep breath, he responded, "Well, he's a very lucky man. The bullet just missed his aorta- no permanent damage. Looks like someone is looking out for him."

Hearing the doctor refer to someone looking out for him sent shivers down my spine. That someone is his mother. She is probably the reason he is alive right now and I couldn't thank her enough. "Thank you doctor," I spoke as a smile appeared on my face.

"It my pleasure. He has been moved to recovery- you may see him at any time," he concluded before walking away.

Following him to the room, I took my cell phone out to text Kate back to tell her that Bret was fine and was in recovery. By the time I got to his room, Bret was awake and resting in the bed. "Hi there," I spoke softly as I pulled a chair up to the side of his bed and sat down. "Hey," he mumbled.

I reached out in front of me and held his hand in mine. It took me by surprise when he said, "I'm sorry." 

"Why are you sorry?" I asked him.

He answered, "Because that should've never happened. You were never supposed to see that side of me."

"We don't have to talk about this right now."

"Yes we do."

"No we don't, Bret. Just focus on getting better," I tried to tell him.

After looking away for a few seconds, he turned back to me and asked, "Where's Lizzy?"

"She is with Angela and Emma," I told him. "How are you feeling?"

"It fucking hurts," he groaned. "What the hell happened?"

There was no way that I could tell him what I have done. It shattered my heart just thinking about it- there was nothing in me to be able to say it. Then suddenly, it flew right out of my mouth like word vomit. "I'm so sorry," I whispered as I could feel the tears beginning to form. "I'm so sorry, Bret. This is all my fault."

"What? Maur, stop. I'm fine," he tried to reassure me.

The pain in my heart was unbearable as I replied, "No you're not. You are in the emergency room! And it's all because of me."

Holding his hand in between the both of mine, I laid my head down and just cried. I needed a good cry after the evening that we have just endured. What a night.