Okay guys, here it is. The next part. Things aren't going to be easy for Stephen and Jordan, or for any of the others for that matter. But please, don't give up on me. They will all get together. It just may take a while. I'm having so much fun writing these. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer; If I owned Primeval, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, would I?
"Stephen."
Stephen looked up to find Jordan's mom, Lisabeth frowning at him. Lisabeth, or Liz as she preferred to be called, was a lot like her daughter. She had the same blue eyes, the same smile. They were a lot like each other, except that Liz was a lot shorter and she'd let her long hair go grey.
"Stephen, you have to go home."
"Not until she wakes up." He felt so guilty. He felt like it was his fault that she was in that hospital bed.
"You have to stop blaming yourself. You didn't know that she would get injured."
That was the cover story they were using. While tracking an animal through the forest of Dean, Jordan was hurt badly and they had to stop and find shelter while she recovered. But while they were waiting, she had run out of insulin. Stephen had tried to get her back, but with her injured, it was slow, and Jordan had run out of time. They had said that she had injured her leg. One of the soldiers had actually slashed her leg so that no one could say she wasn't hurt.
It made Stephen feel sick. These people were her parents, for gods sake. Why couldn't they just tell them the truth? As if Jordan being in a coma wasn't bad enough, but someone had actually taken a knife to her leg and cut her.
They'd been back for nearly a week now, and Jordan was showing no signs of waking up. Stephen had barely left her side, in case she woke up.
"Stephen," Liz repeated.
"I cant, Mrs. Sheridan. I just cant."
Just then, her father, Jeremy entered the room. It was easy to see where Jordan got her height from. Jeremy was a tall man, with blue eyes like his wife and daughter. His hair was still a dark brown and he had the same chin as his girl.
"Still here, Stephen?" Jeremy asked in his deep voice.
Stephen offered the man a small smile. "Your wife has just said the same thing. I'm beginning to think you don't want me here."
Jeremy laughed and clapped him on the back. "Well, you are starting to smell," he joked.
But Lisabeth was serious. "You barely eat. You never leave so you're obviously not sleeping. We're worried about you."
"I'm fine," he assured them.
As Lisabeth opened her mouth, Stephen's phone rang. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Stephen?" It was Jenny. "How is she? Any change?"
"No. No change. She's just the same."
Jenny sighed. "Abby and Connor are on their way over. They want to see her. Nick wanted to come too, but Lester pulled him into a meeting."
"That's okay. She doesn't know she's got visitors anyway."
"I know. I have to go. You will let me know if she wakes up, right?"
"Of course," he reassured her.
They hung up a moment later. Abby and Connor turned up not long after, along with someone else. Jordan's twin; Jayne. Jayne looked a lot like Jordan, but they weren't identical. Jayne was shorter than Jordan, with much shorter hair. Jayne's face was thinner than her twins, and her eyes were a brown colour. Jordan's parents and her siblings had taken to their group rather quickly. They sat around, talking, joking and laughing. Stephen suspected that they were all secretly hoping that the sound of their voices would wake Jordan up.
Nick entered Jordan's hospital room. He was not surprised to find Stephen already there. The man never left her side. Since they had come back, there hadn't been another anomaly. Nick had spoken to Lester and it had been decided that unless the circumstances were extreme, no one would go through another anomaly. If someone did have to, then it would not be Jordan. They did not want to risk this again.
"Hey Stephen," Nick greeted, putting down the flowers he'd bought. There was already a vase of yellow roses that were Jordan's favourite. He knew that Stephen had bought them.
"Nick," Stephen replied.
"How is she?"
"No change."
They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Nick knew Stephen felt guilty, but the circumstances had been out of his control. Nick, on the other hand, could have stopped them from going through.
Stephen suddenly spoke. "She moved!"
"What?!"
"Her hand. Her hand moved!" He moved closer, leaning over Jordan. "Jordan? Jord, can you hear me?"
Nick joined in. "Come on, Jordan. Wake up."
Stephen laughed. "You heard the man. Wake up."
"Come on, honey," Nick whispered.
"She squeezed my hand! Come on, Jord. Open your eyes."
"There's no need to be so bossy." Jordan coughed. Her eyelids fluttered and then opened. She stared up at them. "What. . ." her throat was dry and sore. It hurt to talk. "What happened?"
"You've been in a coma for nearly two weeks," Nick explained gently. Then he looked to Stephen. "I need to tell the others."
"And her parents," Stephen reminded him as he left the room.
Suddenly he felt nervous. While they had been trapped in the future, he had kissed her. They hadn't discussed what that meant for them, if it meant anything at all.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Sick. My head and body hurts. My throat is sore and my leg feels like its on fire."
Stephen looked guilty, but didn't say anything.
"Stephen?"
The doctor coming in saved Stephen from having to say anything. "Miss Sheridan. How are you feeling?"
Jordan repeated what she had just told Stephen.
The doctor nodded. "You're leg is healing nicely."
"What happened to my leg?" she asked, obviously confused.
Stephen panicked. He should have told her the cover story.
The doctor smiled gently. "You don't remember? That's to be expected. You're likely feeling disorientated, confused and slightly frightened."
Jordan nodded.
"You may not be able to remember everything. Is there anything else that doesn't feel quite right?"
Jordan nodded slightly. "My eyes. Things are a bit blurry."
"That will pass. It happens sometimes when a patient comes out of a diabetic coma."
"Is she okay otherwise?" Stephen asked.
"Yes, she'll be fine. Her limbs needs some movement, so if you can help her with that."
Stephen nodded. The doctor smiled and left the room.
"It will hurt," Stephen told her. "They've been out of use for a couple of weeks."
Jordan pulled a face but nodded.
"We'll do your arms first."
He took her arm and began to bend it at the elbow. It hurt, her face contorted in pain, but she said nothing. He did the same to the other one.
"Do you want to stop? Or shall we do your legs as well?"
"Yes. Lets just get this over with."
He nodded and remove the covers from her legs. She was wearing the short pj's that her mother had put her in. Her legs were long and creamy. Stephen forced himself to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.
"Jordan, I'm sorry."
"What for?" she asked.
"For what happened on the other side of the anomaly," Stephen answered.
Jordan looked confused. "What happened?"
"I kissed you," he mumbled.
"Oh." Jordan remembered. He was sorry? Did that mean that he hadn't meant it? Had he done it because she had been close to death and he wanted to give her some last joy? "It's okay Stephen."
Stephen kept moving her legs slowly, but his mind was racing. Was she giving him an out? He didn't want one. He wanted to take this somewhere. But what if she didn't? He didn't want to push her. He simply smiled and kept working at her legs.
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