Woody POV

I told her to get out. To screw her pity and go away. How could she possibly think that we could be anything now? I mean, I'm paralysed and she now wants a relationship; when I can't do anything. Typical Jordan. She waited until it was safe again before she told me, and the worst part was that her feelings weren't even true. She just felt sorry for me. As soon as I got feeling in my legs back, if I ever did, she would pull out the "let's be friends" card, and this time I couldn't and wouldn't stand it. So I pushed her away first, before she could hurt me, before she could say it was a mistake and before she could break my heart again. Little did I know, I had just broken hers.

I laid back in the bed and rested, knowing that whatever Jordan wanted and was in trouble for now, was no longer my problem. I fell asleep, dreaming of nothing and for once not longing for her.

Jordan POV

That hurt. The fact that he thought that I was low enough to tell him what he wanted to hear and then retract it later. The fact that he thought I would do that hurt a lot. I know I've gotten him into a fair bit of trouble over the years, but I never thought that he would dismiss me like that. He had always promised to be there, and as selfish as it sounded, now he wasn't. I know he thinks that my feelings are based in pity, but they aren't. I don't really pity people and he should know that by now. I guess when you've been shot, you don't think clearly, but this really did hurt and I had literally felt my heart break when he told me to get out.

As I left I tried so hard not to let the tears fall down my cheeks but I couldn't help them. The pain was too fresh and I needed to learn how to deal with being soundly rejected. I headed back to my apartment, trying to figure out how to accept it and move on with my life.

The first thing to do was shower, maybe after a nice hot shower, the pain in my heart wouldn't be as bad, but I didn't really believe so. As I wrapped the robe around my waist, I made a cup of coffee and reflected. The first time we met at the bank, the first time we kissed in California, the first time we danced at the Pogue, the first time he rescued me and a multitude of others. Now I realised that none of that would happen again and I was reduced to tears once more.

The pain of my broken heart was unbearable. I never wanted to feel this pain again. I knew what I had to do, and I would have no trouble doing it. I wouldn't get close to anyone, everything would be professional so that if by any chance someone else was hurt, it wouldn't hurt me this much. I really didn't want to go on. Vowing to myself to never again let anyone get close, I fell asleep still clutching my cooling coffee.

The following morning, Jordan woke feeling distinctly down and very hurt. The pain from her freshly broken heart still remained strong and she didn't think she could ever pick up the shattered pieces. She dressed for work and made her way to the morgue quietly. When she arrived, she quickly parked her car and headed directly to her office, only pausing at the front desk to see if any messages had arrived for her. Discovering she had none, she headed to her office and began to finish some of the paperwork that she had neglected over the past few days.

"Jordan, we need you for an autopsy in two," Nigel's voice spoke from the door.

Jordan nodded and headed there, still having said nothing this morning, which Nigel found extremely strange. But he let it go, as being under too much stress and not enough sleep by evidence of her red eyes and black bags.

"You alright, love?" Nigel asked as she put the gloves on and grabbed the scalpel.

"Yeah," she responded curtly, not willing to discuss anything that would cause her to care and be hurt once again.

Nigel looked sceptical but let it go. Throughout the autopsy everything was kept purely professional and at the end, Nigel was very worried. This was not the Jordan he knew. This Jordan was professional, curt, uninterested and most of all listless. If there was one thing that Jordan was not it was listless, and he immediately began to wonder about the cause of her new found depression. What he didn't know was that a certain brown-eyed Medical Examiner was not about to tell him the truth and had withdrawn so far into herself that she had absolutely no idea how to get out of her shell, even if it had only been a day into her new found misery.