A/N: HERE IS ANOTHER INSTALLMENT, PLEASE R&R. MY STORY, NOT MY CHARACTERS. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.
CHAPTER 15: PUSHING FORWARD
After seven very long weeks in the hospital, Woody was finally on his way to the rehabilitation center. This would be his home for the next two months. He had some rehab in the hospital, mainly learning and relearning the basics. Like how to get around in his wheelchair, get in and out of bed, dress and wash himself, etc. Woody knew he was in for some really hard work, and he was prepared, or so he thought. For the first time in months, things were starting to go right. Woody was feeling stronger, the pain from his injuries and the surgeries was almost tolerable; which was great for him, he didn't want to rely so much on the pain medication. Unfortunately, he hadn't regained much more feeling in his torso or any in his legs, but the doctors seemed hopeful, saying the swelling was slowly going down and with intense physical therapy there should be some improvement.
The only problem right now was Jordan. The girl was just could not take a hint. As much as he pushed her away, she pushed back ten times harder. When he asked her to leave, she stayed later. When he said he didn't need her, she reminded him that she was his next of kin, so she had to be there. He was getting frustrated, he needed her, he wanted her, but he knew he couldn't have her. The trip to the rehabilitation center was not very long. As they drove along, Woody realized that the center was even closer to the morgue and to Jordan's apartment than the hospital was. "Lucky me" Woody mumbled, pouting to himself.
Jordan was standing outside of the building when the hospital van pulled up. The orderlies were there to help the patients out. There was an elderly man who appeared to have had a stroke, a young girl with what looked like a broken pelvis, and Woody. He was the only patient in a wheelchair, not the generic ones you would see in the hospital, but a custom model made just for Woody. Jordan leaned against the building for support, took a deep breath and picked up the giant duffle bag laying by her feet. She walked up to Woody and bent down to kiss him on the cheek, "Hi." Jordan turned to the orderly and asked, "May I?" He nodded and walked into the building. "Here.", she said, dumping the heavy duffle bag onto his lap. "Hey." "What is this Jordan?', he asked. "I already have my stuff.", he said pointing to the overstuffed backpack hanging on the back of his chair. Jordan leaned in, put her arms around his shoulders, and said into his ear, "If you think I'm coming here every other day, just to do laundry, then you are sorely mistaken." She laughed and kissed him on the cheek again. "Okay Woody, let's get inside before the staff thinks I kidnapped you.", she said as she pushed him inside.