A/N: Ohmigosh, people reviewed! Hugs to: angelwriter2492 and KittyDoggyLover! That encouraged me to stop making stickmen and type faster!
In case you haven't noticed, I don't own Jordan, or Woody (though I do wish he were mine), or anyone else. Stupid TV people who like to air specials during my favourite time-slot of the week own them.
After Jordan had stormed out of Woody's hospital room, she got in her white SUV and drove to the bar nearest the morgue. See, she figured if she did something crazy, like suicide, Bug, Nigel and Garret wouldn't have far to go to process the scene. Jordan usually thought of others before herself. First she had a drink. Then she went left the bar, but only to go to the drugstore down the block to buy some pain-killers. She took the recommended dosage (2) and went back into the bar. After quite a few drinks, and some more meds, she went back to her SUV. Even when Jordan was depressed, upset, heartbroken, and drunk out of her mind, she still had some common sense. She knew she wouldn't be able to drive home, so she did the next best thing. Downed the rest of the pain-killers and curled up across the front seat, sobbing.
"Dr. Cavanaugh?"
Jordan groaned when the police officer shined his flashlight in her eyes. "Wazzamatter?" she asked groggily, trying to sit up. She pain made her head and stomach ache.
"Dr. Cavanaugh, are you okay? You ill." The officer said.
"No, I am not okay. And how the heck do you know my name?" asked Jordan, irritated and disoriented.
"Everyone knows you. You're Detective Hoyt's girlfriend." His statement made Jordan remember everything and she nearly threw up. "I'm going to call you EMS, okay?" the officer added, looking concerned. Now along with the pain in her head and stomach, there was the pain in her heart. She heard the officer call for an ambulance, but didn't pay much attention. She vaguely realized that he was saying 'Middle aged female victim. Drunken, and possible OD.' Words she had heard many times before, but not about herself, about the corpses she was going to have to do an autopsy on. The thought made her think she might die. If she did, her heart wouldn't be so broken anymore, at least. But she didn't want to have one of the guys do her autopsy, and there aren't many ME's in the Boston area.
By the time Jordan had thought all of this with her sluggish brain, the paramedics had arrived. She recognized one of them from med school. He kept looking at her and muttering about what she'd gotten herself into now. As she was loaded onto the ambulance, she was fighting for consciousness. Her two last thoughts before she blacked out completely were 'God, I hope I'm taken to the same hospital as Woody.' And ' What the hell have you done now, Cavanaugh?'
Dr. Macy had just left Woody's hospital room. He was going to make a full recovery, but Garret knew that he would never be the same bright, young detective he once was. When Jordan was mentioned, it didn't brighten up his face like a child at Christmas, like it usually did. Instead it turned hard and cold. Garret didn't like that one bit. As he was walking past the emergency room entrance, someone was being brought in. Garret could hear one of the medics reassuring the victim. " It's okay, Dr. Cavanaugh. Just stay with us."
Jordan. Shit. Garret ran to the stretcher, to find her lying there, her breathing weak.
"Jordan!" he said loudly.
Even thought she was half unconscious, she managed to say "Hey Macy." weakly. After the medics had handed her over to ER staff, one of them filled Garret in.
"A cop found her passed out in her SUV in a bar parking lot. She apparently got really wasted last night and downed a 100-bottle of pain-killers. Probably gonna get her stomach pumped, but I think she'll be fine. Don't worry." Garret used a payphone to call Lily, Nigel and Bug. Lily was already visiting Woody, so she got there quickly. By the time Nigel and Bug showed up and nearly an hour of nervous pacing, they were allowed to visit Jordan in the recovery room.
"I think I learned a lesson today. Pain and access to pills don't mix." Jordan said, forcing a laugh.
Lily forced a giggle. "So, Jordan, what exactly happened?" she asked, going into shrink mode.
" I got wasted, passed out, and had my stomach pumped. Not that exciting really. But that's all there is to know." Jordan didn't care if she sounded rude. It was none of their business that Woody had torn out her heart and squashed it into the white linoleum hospital floors.
"You sure there's nothing else?" Lily pressed.
"Ya, pretty sure, Lils. Listen guys, I think I want to get some rest now, just leave me be." Jordan wanted them gone.
Lily was the last one out of the room. "Ok, rest up, Dr. C." With a smile, she clicked the door shut behind her. Somehow Jordan was pretty sure that soon one of tem would figure the story out. Until then, it was just her and her secrets. And her broken heart.
A/N: Please review, I'm not quite sure what I think about this chapter.
