Note: A reminder that Jax, is Jacquelyn, I made that clear last chapter, I'm not sure why I just felt like I should remind everyone, (So there isn't any confusion!)
p.s. I know it's a short chapter, but Its all I could write tonight.
Jordan's heart fell; she could no longer feel the left half of her body. The light from the hallway created shafts of light that streamed boldly threw the opened doors. The look of Garrets face would be etched forever in her memory.
"God No, No, Garret No!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, looking from Garret to the doctor to Jax, who had an equally grief stricken face.
"Jordan," Garrets face softened "He's not dead." Jordan's face filled with relief, then anger, anger that seeped into her bones.
She stood and with every ounce of strength she had left, she lunged at Garret slamming her fists on his chest.
"Don't you ever do that to me again? Don't ever..." she stumbled away from him, blinded by tears and utter rage. Garret put hung his head, something approaching anger filling his veins.
"Where's my baby?" Jax whispered, her eyes filled with pain.
"He's in a drug induced coma, he hemorrhaged, and he lost a lot of blood." The doctor said ruefully, "you can see him if you want, there's not much to see though, he mostly tubes and wires."
"Thank you doctor." Garret said, shaking the doctors' hand and gazing at Jordan's stunned yet relived face.
Jordan glared but thrust herself past him, she wasn't even sure why she was angry with Garret, all she knew was that pain that throbbed its way up from her stomach to her heart to her head, and it was all she could feel.
When she reached the room Lily and Nigel were grief stricken out front; Lily was in tears, Nigel was pale, paler than usual.
"Don't go in there love," he mumbled, she shot a pain ridden glance to Nigel, then to Lily, who grabbed her shoulders, hard, Jordan was surprised at the strength coming from Lily of all people.
"Don't Jordan, if you don't see it then its not real." Jordan was bewildered at this pronouncement; she looked at Lily, puzzled. She pushed her way through and stopped where she stood, behind her she could feel Nigel covering his mouth with a bony hand, and Lily's eyes falling.
Was that Woody? The same Woody that would save the mango in his fruit salad for her? The same Woody she danced with so many times in the empty pouge? The Woody that held her hair back when she was drunk and throwing up in the bathroom, a rueful grin plastered on his face as he told stale jokes in a futile attempt to make her feel better.
For all he was, there wasn't much left of him, he was pale and weak, all wrapped up in tubes and wires. He looked so small; something deep in Jordan's core wondered why he was still alive at all. She took a look at his fragile body lying limply in that cold, lifeless hospital room Before Jordan knew it she was running, at top speed, down the dimly lighted corridor and out the automatic double doors. She could hear footsteps behind her and guessed they were Garrets. The crisp night air felt so good on her feverish skin as she skidded to a stop out front of Garrets aquamarine sports car. Her hand had just hit the door handle when he grabbed her from behind, forcing her with all his might away from the automobile.
No Jordan, running isn't the answer, don't do this." She pulled away with what seemed at the time superhuman strength.
"It is Garret! It isn't worth it! Love isn't worth it! Its easier this way! No one will get hurt if I leave now, just let me go, Garret please, I can't see him like that."
Garret's face softened when he heard her plea, but something in him hardened as well.
"Jordan, someone will be hurt, we'd all be hurt, but you know who would be hurt the most? Woody, what happens when he wakes up and we have to explain that you ran away, huh? Jordan if he won't die from that bullet, he would right then, because to him, right now, you're the only reason he's living, and you know it, maybe love isn't worth it...that isn't the question, is Woody worth it?" He took a small step toward her, she smelled like vanilla and blood.
Something in Jordan relented; she draped her arms across Garrets neck and cried, cried until the tears were gone.
"Come on, I'll take you home" Garret whispered