Note: I promise my next story won't be sad... I wasn't expecting to write this and Walking across Egypt so close together. Nor do I own "I shall not walk alone,' by Ben Harper, oh, the lyrics aren't really in order either, kinda did a chop shop on you guys
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Hope is alive
While we're apart
Only tears
Speak from my heart
Break the chains
That holds us down
And we shall be
Forever bound
"Miss Cavanaugh, There is no easy way to say this, he will not survive, were making this as pain free as possible... keeping him in a drug induced coma for one, will keep it pain free." Jordan's head jerked up, a solitary tear fell down her cheek.
"Wait a minute." She snapped. "This is drug induced!" she exclaimed, the doctor backed up a step from Jordan.
"Miss Cavanaugh, he would be in a lot of pain..." the doctor started.
"NO YOU WAKE HIM UP!!!!!" she shouted in rage, people stopped to stare at her.
"Miss Cavanaugh, your not thinking clearly-"
"Don't you dare tell me what I am thinking, what are you God... no your not, you wake him up now." She ordered, pointing toward the room filled with white faced onlookers, including Mackenzie who had tears falling down her deadpan face. The doctor nodded slowly as Jordan turned to face the group of people watching her intently. She shook her head as she started to sob. Garret walked up to her, wrapping his arm around her as she sobbed.
"It isn't over Jo, it isn't, because he is still alive, in there, he wants to be alive." He whispered in her hair, This caused Jordan to sob louder. Lily looked to Angela with a white face, then to Nigel, Mac and to Bug, everyone was thinking the same thing, but no one had the guts to say it out loud. Slowly she turned and looked at Woody as the nurse came in to stop his drip that kept him in that sleep like state. Lily just stared out, when he went, it would hit them hard, she wasn't sure if their tight family unit could withstand the death of one of its own.
Friend of mine
What can't you spare?
I know some times
It gets cold in there
They took the tube out of his throat and placed one threw his nose. Jordan came in, being supported by Garret and Nigel. "Look at him." She whispered. Angela came to stand beside Jordan, they both just looked at him, waiting for him to do anything, to open his eyes, to twitch... anything, to just do something.
Lily motioned for herself, Garret, Nigel and Bug to leave. Mackenzie stood motionless in the middle of the room, staring at the ground with stony eyes, not wanting to look up and make things real.
"When I was seven... my parents got a divorce, I was devastated." She wiped a rouge tear from her cheek. "We lived next door to each other, our rooms were right across from each other... and I used to climb out of my window, and tap on his, then he would take me onto his roof and we'd watch the stars until I fell asleep... when I woke up... I would always be back in my bed... safe and sound." She smiled sadly and wandered out of the room.
Mackenzie came up to sit in Jordan's lap, she leaned up against Jordan's chest. For the longest time they sat staring down at Woody's motionless body.
Just hours ago he was laughing.
Just when Jordan was about to give up, that he would remain lifeless forever, his eyes fluttered. Slowly they opened and she saw the crystal blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for what felt like an eternity. His eyes darting around the room frantically.
They came to rest on Jordan and Mackenzie, and calmed.
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
And I shall not walk alone
"Hey." He whispered, his voice husky from the throat tube, his lips looked painfully chapped.
"Welcome back Farm Boy." She whispered, "Hey Mac, why don't you go tell the rest that he's awake, I have to talk to the Wood-man alone." With trepidation Mac left Woody's side. Woody waited until Mackenzie was out of earshot before speaking.
"I'm sorry Jo-Jo, I should have waited for backup." He winced but tried to make it into a smile.
"I saw you..." he whispered, tears welling in his eyes, Jordan looked at him confused.
"Woody, what are you talking about?"
"That night we had that fight, right before you preformed at the Pouge at the Christmas Party last year remember... and I told you I wouldn't go... I saw you, I saw you perform... you were like an angel." He whispered, swallowing hard. Jordan whimpered, putting a hand up to her face to prevent him from seeing her tears.
"Don't Cry Jo, if you cry I will officially be pissed off." He writhed a little, arching his back and groaning. He saw her for the person she was, for the person she could be, and now she was looking at him for the last time.
"Is Mac here?" he asked settling back down. "Can I talk to her for a minute?" he asked pain clear in his voice. Jordan wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her white shirt.
"Yeah I'll send her in." she mused, leaving Woody with his thoughts. He had left Kewaunee with a suitcase and a dream, and he had gotten more than he bargained for. He got the family he was searching for since his father took that shot in the back what seemed an infinity ago.
"Woody?" A small voice said in the doorway.
"Come here kid... please." He said, she walked up closer, but stopped a few feet from the bed, like she was scared to come closer.
"Mackenzie Logan." He was so tired but he kept his leaden eyes open, he would speak to her if it was the last thing he did. "Listen Kid, I don't think I'm gonna walk outta here... but I want you to know that you're the best kid, pals?" he asked mustering a smirk. She smiled sadly After a long agonizing second she looked him in the eyes.
"Pals... forever." She padded closer to the bed and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you Woody." She whispered in his ear.
"I love you too kid." She backed up as quickly as she had come. "Angie wants to talk to you.
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Battered and torn
Still I can see the light
Tattered and worn
But I must kneel to fight
Jordan watched the snow fall outside, the white stuff blanketing the entire world it seemed. Just like the night her mother died. She remembered it well, she remembered the way everyone looked at her after that, like they pitied her. She didn't need anyone's sympathy let alone their pity. She remembered the way the house looked, unnaturally clean, everything seemed washed down and sickly white in the cold. All except the blood. The crimson smeared over the walls seemed so bright and pure. She could feel her chin quiver as she watched her breath disappear on the icy air.
"Coffee should warm you up." A voice said behind her.
"Thank you Angela." Jordan said formally as the detective handed her a steaming Styrofoam cup. Suddenly she felt a longing to stand and spin threw the parking lot that was blanketed in a soft, new coat of powder.
"You know, Me and Woody have been friends forever... and he took care of me when I needed him, God knows I wasn't always there for him... and now he's so sick... and I can't help him.
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend forever." Angela whispered, Jordan looked up at her, and silently stared back out at the snow that swirled around in the wind.
"Who said that?" Jordan asked flatly "And what's it suppose to mean."
"Don't Know." Angela responded, distracted by the snowflakes.
"To which question?"
"Both." Angela said, falling to the ground next to Jordan's slumped figure. "I think it means, that when you have a friend, don't dwell in the past, and don't live in the future... just be here now, with the one's you love."
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"Ang." Woody whispered, looking her in her jade green eyes that were clouded with pain. "I'm Sorry." He he hiccupped "I thought that by coming to Boston... I'd find answers, but all I got was three bullets in my torso imagine that." He chuckled bitterly
"I wanted to tell you Beav.... That uh, that I love you and uh," she stammered looking at her feet. "I miss are talks on the roof."
"So do I Punk, so do I." He looked at her as if he had more to say, she shrugged her shoulders.
"What?" she asked with a strained smile.
"Will you tell Annie... that I'm very sorry." He asked in a frightened voice.
She nodded and moved toward the door, his eyes looked panicked for a moment. "Hey Angela Hayden!" he shouted "No regrets?" she smiled.
"No regrets." She echoed.
"Is Jordan out there?" he asked closing his eyes.
"Yeah... you want me to send her in?" he nodded, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment but they popped back open.
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Beauty that
we left behind
how shall we
tomorrow find
Set aside
our weight in sin
so that we
can live again
"Woody, you wanted to see me?" Jordan stammered, he noticed the dark circles under her eyes.
"Jordan, what's wrong with me... its serious isn't it." He mused
"Why would you say that?" Jordan asked tiredly
"Angie has this world is gonna end look plastered to her face... and the doctors won't look at me." He stated.
She didn't answer.
"You know, this is the first time I've really wanted to live Jo-Jo... pretty ironic huh? Guess I got it coming." Jordan shook her head. "Will you hold my hand Jo?" he asked pleadingly, looking her in the eyes. She nodded, grabbing his limp hand and holding it weakly.
"Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt that I love." Woody whispered.
"What is it with Wisconsin and quotes?" Jordan asked sarcastically.
"I'm tired Jo..." his eyes began to loose there luster.
"Hold my hand please... I don't wanna be alone." He whispered. She grabbed his hand as the light in his eyes died.
Tears fell down her face in a steady stream.
"Shh," he consoled "I'll always be by your side."
His eyes never closed, they just clouded over and dulled. As the steady beeps of the heart monitor turned monotone.