PSL for hadtobe_said
Lisbon had reluctantly agreed to stay in the hospital for tonight; the wound could have been far, far worse, but it was still a gunshot wound, and the doctor insisted she allow herself to be monitored overnight. In the meantime, she'd heard about what had happened with Jane, and that Red John was now dead, no longer a threat to anyone, which meant she could finally see Sam again.
It had taken a few hours to speak with her various contacts in the Marshals Service, to relay information between them and Bertram, but at least she had a phone number in her hands. The reality of it all was enough to banish the drowsiness from the medicine, at least for now.
There was so much to say, so many, many things, but just hearing his voice would satisfy her temporarily.
Though she felt a little unsteady within, there wasn't the slightest hint of a tremble in her hands as she dialed.
And waited. And waited.
And when he finally picked up: "...Sam."
It had taken a few hours to speak with her various contacts in the Marshals Service, to relay information between them and Bertram, but at least she had a phone number in her hands. The reality of it all was enough to banish the drowsiness from the medicine, at least for now.
There was so much to say, so many, many things, but just hearing his voice would satisfy her temporarily.
Though she felt a little unsteady within, there wasn't the slightest hint of a tremble in her hands as she dialed.
And waited. And waited.
And when he finally picked up: "...Sam."