Mackenzie was all alone for the first few seconds that seemed to blur into each other. Jordan's face flooded her thoughts for a moment. As Nigel talked to her frantically, the only words that stood out were … accident… serious … Jordan… she sat down with a stunned look plastered to her white face, that was naturally pallid, but looked abnormally white. She curled her knees to her chest as people rushed past her, she stayed anchored throughout the chaos. She remembered her last words spoken to Jordan, the feeling as Jordan faded into the rain, she remembered vaguely someone carrying her, she looked up to see Bug, she wrapped a arm around his neck and accepted his help, setting her head gently on his shoulder as Angela was yelling frantically for her son, trying to get him to the car as fast as she could.

Nigel ran outside to the car, turning it on. Lily, Garret and Josh were piling into another car as were Cal, Shelby and their daughter. Bug slid Mac into a back seat next to Matt's car seat, he sat next to her, petting her head soothingly as she kept her head on his shoulder for support.

"Mac?" Matt asked, tapping her on the shoulder tenderly, Mac looked up putting on a brave face.

"Yeah Mattie?"

"Is auntie Jordan going to be okay?" he asked in a sad voice. Mac gave him a teary smile. She wiped his dark hair out of his face.

"I don't know…" she smiled and straightened her shoulders "But we have to be strong don't we." It was more like she was asking herself more than giving him a moral boost but Bug didn't say anything when she looked at him, only gave her a rueful smile.

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Jordan looked small, weak, something she had never been before in the five years Mackenzie had known her. She looked surprisingly young, the creases that had carved and etched her face in the past five years seemed to disappear. She looked rosy and surprisingly alive, which was ironic to Garret. It was five years to the day they were all at Woody's birthday party at the Pouge, celebrating his thirty-second birthday. Now they were praying for her recovery. Mac hadn't spoken a word since they had reached the hospital, Matt was asleep on her lap. She stared out blankly into the hall.

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.

He felt himself falling, in a weird sense, he had never felt this kind of feeling before, she was like a kid sister… what if he lost her? They had lost Woody, no one spoke of it hardly, except this time of the year, all the other seasons past quietly and quickly until September when all didn't seem right, something was missing… first Jordan lost her mother in September then Woody, what if she didn't make it? Somehow he knew, this was it… the last weekend… he had realized it a long time before, he thought everyone did, just no one wanted to admit it.

May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,

Angela was standing outside, holding her baby that was due in less than four weeks… she rubbed her stomach methodically. A lone tear was falling down her face.. she couldn't speak… the rain had died down and a purple dawn was erupting across the sky… she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle. When she opened her eyes she found nothing different.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.

Cal remembered the first thing he said to Jordan and laughed. Cal and her had become close, she was like what she would have been if she and Woody had gotten serious… his sister. The steady beep of the heart machine seemed to be in time with his heartbeat as he wished there was something he could do for her…

May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,

Mackenzie looked at the wall and felt dread… she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let a tear trace her cheek softly before letting it drip off her chin. The white lights were blinding… Woody would have known what to do… suddenly it was like a light that came on in her eyes… he wasn't what she thought he was… she knew that he wasn't perfect, like she had risen him up to be… he was human… and he had flaws… he wasn't a perfect Cop, he had bailed Cal out, she knew that… she found his diary… but he was a good man… a good cop, and somehow that seemed enough.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.

When Nigel looked up, the sky was blue… Jordan looked pliable and weak… he had seen many a people pass through his life like water. She was one he didn't want to loose, his co-worker and friend… and when her eyes fluttered open he thought it was a dream… but there they were, a steady honey- chestnut color… and to his surprise, she smiled for the first time in what seemed an eternity.

May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,