Two weeks pass and Cal becomes a fixture at the rehab. Sydney still stopped by when he could and played cards. As far as Sydney knew that phone number he found on the Albanian's cell phone was somebody in the mob. Wisconsin was a big state after all. If he suspected Cal's involvement he never let on...In fact, Sydney and Calvin were getting along great. Too good for Woody's comfort. In effort to monitor his brother, Woody was forced to call a truce in his war with him. Of course, Woody would never admit he was beginning to feel left out.

One day, after a particularly rough therapy session. David helped Woody wheel back to the common room. Cal and Sydney were already deep in a game. A vender's bag of M&M's sat in front of each. Sydney's pile was decidedly bigger than Cal's.

"Is this a closed game, or can anybody join?" David asked pushing Woody up to the table. Woody was starting to bristle with people talking for him, like he wasn't even in the room...but he had to admit that just what he asked for it.

"Hey..." Sydney smiled at David. "How's he doing?"

Once again they were talking about him like he was a vegetable. That poor cripple. Woody frowned.

"We're going to try a walker tomorrow." David said brightly.

"A walker?" Cal asked. "...like by himself."

"No, dumbass...with a six piece band." Woody piped in.

"Garbo speaks." Sydney chuckled. "Are you on a break David? Would you like to sit for a hand?"

"...sure. Let me..."he pointed to the vending machine to get himself some anti.

"I got you covered," Cal said tossing David a bag of M&M's. "You, brother, are on your own." Cal said to Woody.

Sydney chuckled again and slid Woody a bag across the table. "I got your back man."

Woody smiled wordlessly took the bag and split it open.

It was five hands before he spoke again. "Jordan hasn't been around lately...work must be busy."

Cal laughed and shook his head. "Oh yeah, that's probably it, I'm sure your cheery disposition had NOTHING to do with her staying away..." he looked up as he folded his hand. "And speaking of Jordan, you better be careful," he warned Woody sing-song, "some people might start to think you actually miss her o-emotionless-one..." he said tossing an M&M in his mouth.

Woody just grumbled and slumped further in his seat. "I'm sorry I haven't been much fun to play with lately Calvin...it's probably the weather or the time change or maybe because MY LEGS STILL DON'T WORK!" he said pointedly and loudly enough to make the table fall into another uncomfortable silence. Sydney broke the silence by muttering the word 'jackass' under his breath.

"Are you going to be dramatic much longer 'cause I could come back or..." a honey smooth voice asked from the doorway.

Woody whipped his head around, opening his mouth a few times as he was suddenly face to face with Jordan. Only she was staring at David.

"David? What are you doing here?" she said with a saccharine smile.

"I...I...we're playing cards." David said not quite sure himself or what that had to do with the price of beans.

"You two have met? But Jordan hasn't been here for any of my PT..." Woody said confused and looked between the two.

"No no.." David explained. "We're just friends...I've um...I'm Woody's 'therapist'." David said standing and nodding towards Jordan's wheel chaired 'friend'.

Jordan folded her arms. "Could I talk to 'Woody's therapist' a moment please?" Jordan asked raising her eyebrows at David.

David excused himself and followed Jordan out to the hallway.

"Close your mouth Woods. People'll think you finally cracked," Sydney said shuffling the deck.

Woody didn't hear him he was still in shock. David never let on he know Jordan. Even after he had mentioned her a few times. And Jordan never said anything about knowing anybody that worked at the facility.

When he finally found his voice he could only mutter "What the hell...?"

"What do you care if she's talking a good looking single guy?" Cal was quick to point out. "Didn't you tell me you're moving on..."


Out in the hallway Jordan was asking her own questions. "What the hell...?"

"Hi..." David said sheepishly.

"Don't hi me," Jordan said slapping her hands on her hips. "What kind of game are you playing here?"

"It's not a game Jordan. Woody didn't become one of my patients until after we started hanging out. It's just one big...silly coincidence."

"Not silly...ha ha. Damnit David, why did you lie to me?"

"I never lied to you Jordan. When I said I was a therapist you just assumed I was a psychiatrist. Here, I was hanging out with a beautiful doctor. I just wanted to impress you...and after we started talking and I knew we were just going to be friends...I didn't see any harm in it. By the time I figured out 'your friend' and my new problem patient was the same guy...it was too late to come clean."

"You let me go on and on..." she said stiffly.

"You said you needed someone to talk to. Someone who wasn't involved..."

"YOU'RE HIS THERAPIST!"

"I'm also your friend..."

Jordan sighed and folded her arms as she began to pace. "But you weren't totally uninvolved then...if you're my friend you should have let me know sooner that you knew him." She said stubbornly.

David could suddenly see what these two saw in each other. He could also see what kept them constantly chasing their tails around. They were both stubborn as mules and set in their ways.

"You know Jordan, me knowing Woody or me knowing you...that's not important...what's important is that he's in love with you and won't admit it and YOU'RE in love with him and and admitted it at the wrong time...you two need to get your shit together as far as timing is concerned, from an outsiders view of course.." David said nodding.

Jordan huffed and continued to pace. "You should have told me David.."

"Yeah well...you shouldn't have told him what you did, when you did it Jordan...he hasn't said much about it to me, what I know...I only know because you told me...but he's hurting. Hurting from more than the pain of therapy or the thought that he maybe the sameagain." David finally confided quietly to her.

Jordan stood silently and listened to him against her better judgment.

"You know...he can talk about what hurts and doesn't hurt during therapy.He's not shy about telling me I'm pushing him too hard or not enough...everything he FEELS on the outside is free game...but I see him flinch most when he talks about you.." David admitted.

"I've seen him just about to the point where he's lost his will to keep fighting and get better and then seen his eyes light up when his orderly picks him up after our session and tells him you're waiting back in his room.." he said pointedly. "He's got a will to survive Jordan...he's got a reason to walk again...it's you."

Jordan sighed and looked through the window on the door that led into the other room. She couldn't see him, but she could see him in her mind's eye. Woody and his chair...only his chair seemed so insignificant.

Her anger dissipated leaving just the sadness that had been a constant part of her life for the last few months. "Don't you think I know that? " She slowly turned her attention but to David.

"For over twenty years I carried to burden of my mother's death on my shoulders. Because of it I made so many terrible mistakes in my life...A few years ago I got a lead on her murderer and I...took off after it. I chased after it for months and ended up in lock up in L.A. By that time, I had burned all my bridges. I called Woody to come bail me out because I knew he wouldn't say no. It wasn't in him yet. He told me I was like an alcoholic. That my hang ups were eating me up inside...but I couldn't let them go. The thing was...I couldn't even if I wanted to. Woody never gave up on me. He was always that guy who thought nothing was too big to overcome. That is until he started hanging out with me. We kind of rubbed off on each other. I've come to accept certain things in my life and he, unfortunately, has became more cynical..."

"Are you blaming yourself for his misfortune?"

"If you mean him getting shot? No. He was careless walking blindly into that room...but he didn't ask to be hurt. I blame myself for him giving up."

Back in the commen room, Woody began to fidget. "What the hell do you think they have to talk about for so long out there? " Woody asked the table anxiously.

"Maybe they're planning a date for later...or they're talking about what a knucklehead you are." Cal said looking at his cards.

"My money says the second..." Sydney added.

"Where the hell do you think they met...? I mean they don't exactly run in the same circles." Woody mused.

"There is life outside your narrow little world Hoyt," Sydney said evenly. "I've been trying to tell you that for weeks. Dude, look at this as a wake up call. You keep playing this I'm-not-worthy card much longer she's going to get the hint..."

Woody let out a sigh and tossed his cards on the table. Wordlessly he pulled away and rolled toward the door.

Jordan looked up as Woody wheeled to the door of his room. "Everything okay?" he asked and looked between Jordan and David. When they shared a look and nodded he nodded quietly for a moment.

"So what the hell exactly is going on here?" Woody asked folding his hands on his lap and speaking evenly. "So are you guys like...old friends or something?" he asked and almost rolled his eyes at the high school way that sounded.

"No." Jordan and David both said in unison.

"No..."Jordan said again. "We're not ..." she said and huffed. "And since when did that become your business to ask?" She asked evenly.

Woody furrowed his brow a moment before the emotion passed and sighed. "So how come you didn't tell me about each other if you know each other? I'm a big boy..I can handle it.." he said sarcastically.

"I didn't know...well, I didn't know that David was your therapist..." Jordan argued. "But from how he's described you I can see it now..." She mumbled and cut her eyes at David.

"You should have told me David." Jordan said sternly. "Nothing you told me is going to change that." she said with a shake of her head and turned back to Woody. "We'll talk tomorrow..I've just gotta...I've gotta clear my head."

She avoided David's gaze and headed down the hallway.

"Hey...you bumped me lower on her shit list at least.." Woody shrugged and turned back to his physical therapist. "You've known Jordan all along and there I was spilling my heart out to you on almost a daily basis and you've known her all along. I wish you'd told me...and I wish you'd stayed my physical therapist and not taken over playing shrink." he said through clenched teeth and wheeled back into his room.