A/N: Okay, so even though the last chapter had been planned as the end, I decided that a few more chapters wouldn't hurt!
"So let me get this straight. The nurse mistook you for my wife and you didn't bother to correct her?" asked Woody trying to repress his laughter.
"Yeah, pretty much. I just didn't want to explain it because so many people would just ask questions and it would get all weird," Jordan replied knowing that it wasn't a very good explanation.
"Oh. Okay. I just want to tell you right now that I will not let you forget this anytime in the near future," he said. After fifteen minutes of trying to get this little mishap out of Jordan, Woody had finally convinced her to tell him as they were walking back with their coffee to Hannah's room.
"Can we please talk about something else?" she asked, embarrassed by their current subject. "So when can Hannah go home?"
"I'm not sure. The doctor didn't say, but I hope it's soon. They said the surgery was a success," he replied, as they entered her room.
"I guess it wasn't as good a success as you thought," she said as she looked at the empty bed in the room.
"What?" he asked as he followed in behind her.
"She's not here, Woody. Do we have the right room?" she replied.
"Yeah. My jacket is in that chair," he said with a worried tone.
"Maybe they just moved her," she replied hoping that it was the truth.
"At 5:30 in the morning?" he asked.
"You never know," she replied turning around but found that she was talking to no one. Woody had left the room and was quickly walking to the nurse's station.
"Where the hell is my daughter!" he yelled at the nurse.
"Mr. Hoyt! Please lower your voice," she replied.
"Where is she?" he asked again this time a little softer.
"She had a reaction to some of the medicine that was given to her and she started seizing. We assumed you had left for the evening and tried to get a hold of you but we got the answering system on both your cell and home phone. We wouldn't have done anything but she needed it. We couldn't have risked it otherwise," the nurse replied. "After she was stable, we moved her to a different ward."
"How could this have happened? I was only gone for twenty minutes!" he shouted.
"I know, Mr. Hoyt. It happened five minutes after you left. As I said, we tried to get a hold of you ,but you didn't answer," she replied.
"Is she okay? Will she be fine?" he asked. The nurse looked at him solemnly.
"We don't know yet. We believe it was the medicine that caused the episode, but there is no way to be sure. The doctors will figure it out though, I promise you," she said.
"Where is she?" he asked sadly.
"She is on the third floor. The nurses up there will lead you to her. Please don't worry, Mr. Hoyt," the nurse replied and went back to her work. Jordan had been standing silently beside him wondering how this could of happened.
"Come on, Woody. Let's go find her," she said as she pulled at his arm, forcing him to move from the spot where he was standing.
"How could this of happened Jordan?" he asked puzzled hoping she would give him a better explanation than the nurse had.
"I don't know Woody. I mean, as fascinating as our bodies are, they are also very stupid," she replied honestly. He gave her a questioning look. "It's the truth." They arrived at the elevator and rode it in silence to the third floor. When the got there, they found the nearest nurse's station and immediately went over.
"Where can I find Hannah Hoyt?" Woody asked solemnly. The nurse looked up at him.
"I'm sorry, sir. It's private information," she replied.
"Listen, you little---,"
"Woody. Woody! Let me handle this, she said pushing him away. Once he was out of hearing distance she spoke to the nurse quietly.
"Listen, that man over there," Jordan started as she pointed over at Woody, " he's Detective Hoyt with the Boston P.D. Hannah Hoyt is his daughter, and though that may seem insignificant at the moment, he needs to see her immediately. See, if you want to feel safe in this city ever again, you'll let this detective go and see his only daughter ."
The nurse smiled at Jordan. "Is that a threat, ma'am?" she asked.
"Yes," Jordan replied point blankly while staring into the nurse's eyes.
"Room 313," she replied irritated.
"Thank you," Jordan said smiling. "Woody, come on!"
Woody walked over and was surprised that Jordan had gotten the information. "How did you get her to give you the number?" he asked.
"Well, I sort of threatened her," she replied.
"What ever works," he said happily. "What room is it?"
"313," Jordan replied, rather pleased with herself. They scanned the signs that littered the walls until they found the one that read 'Rooms 300-320'.
"This way," he said as soon as he saw the sign. They walked down the empty corridor until they found the room they were looking for. Woody paused outside the door before going in and Jordan did the same.
"Why did we stop?" she asked.
"I am just preparing myself for what I am about to see," he replied.
"And what exactly is that?" she asked
"I'm not entirely sure, but I just assumed it will be hard for me to see," he said.
"Okay. Are we ready yet?" Jordan asked.
"No," he replied. She waited a few moments.
"Are we ready now?"
"Yes," he replied, pushing open the door. They walked a few paces inside and the door closed behind them. Immediately Woody saw her and it broke his heart. He looked down at his shoes, and Jordan rubbed his back in a comfortingly way.
"I'm sorry Woody," she said as she noted the expression on his face. Hannah had needles sticking out of her arm and a tube down her throat. And that along with the bruises made it hard for Woody to see her. He went over to chairs next to the bed and sat down. Jordan followed suite and sat in the chair beside Woody.
"I'm going to find out who did this to her Jordan," he said determinedly. He looked at Hannah. "I swear to you, I'm going to find out who hit you, even if it's the last thing I do."