#A/N: ANOTHER INSTALLMENT UP, THIS ONE IS A LITTLE LONGER. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. OF COURSE, I STILL DON'T OWN THEM.
CHAPTER 24: PILLS, WINE AND A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH
Max nervously paced the hallway, hoping to catch Jordan before she saw Woody. A few minutes later, she burst through the double doors, heels blazing, stopped at the nurses station for only a second and continued down the hall. Her eyes met her father's as she flew passed him, he grabbed her arm, "Wait Jordan." She turned around, "Dad, I need to be alone with Woody right now.", she replied in a angry voice. She stormed into his room, "What the hell were you thinking? God Woody, out of everyone I know, I thought you would be the last person to go and do something like this.", she said as she looked from the cut on his forehead to the bandage on his left wrist. "You don't understand.", Woody said sadly, looking away. Jordan moved closer, "No Woody, I don't understand. I don't understand what you are going through, and I especially don't understand how you could do something like this.
"I'm sorry Jordan, I didn't mean to upset you.", Woody said quietly. "What, Jordan yelled, You actually think that this would not upset me." "Jordan.", Cal called from the doorway. She briefly glanced back. "Woody, I love you, and if you think suicide is the answer……" Woody starred at her to stunned to speak. "For Gods sake Jordan, it was an accident.", Max cut in. "Suicide?" "An accident?", Woody and Jordan asked each other in unison. Jordan sat on the bed next to Woody, holding his hand as he explained. "I got back from therapy, your dad had to go to the store, I got hungry, tried to make a sandwich, and fell. Okay?", Woody said angrily. "Okay, but what about the wine and pills?", she asked inquisitively. Woody looked down and said in a quiet voice, "I couldn't reach the bread, so I pushed up on the counter, slipped, knocked over the bottle and my pills, hit my head and don't remember anything else."
"Satisfied?", he asked coldly, pulling his hand away…..again. "I'm sorry Woody, but when my dad called and described how he found you, well I guess I just assumed that……….", Jordan stopped, not wanting to continue. "How?……..how could you even think I would do something like that? Do you really think I want to die? You don't know me at all, do you Jordan?", Woody yelled. "It's just that you've been so sad lately….". Woody interrupted before she could continue, "Sad, don't I have the right to be a little sad, Jordan. To grieve for the things that I've lost, the things I can't do anymore?", his voice cracking. Woody leaned his head back on the pillow, put his hands over his eyes, and sighed, "My God Jordan, I can't even make myself a peanut butter sandwich."
The arrival of the doctor broke the tension in the room. "Well, Detective.", Woody cringed at the sound of his former title. "The majority of the tests came back alright. Aside from the nasty bruise on your hip and a couple of stitches, you'll be just fine.", the doctor smiled as he patted Woody on the arm. "Doctor, you said the majority of the tests. What's wrong?", Jordan asked. "Nothing really, the one x-ray showed what we think is more fluid build-up around the spine. I would like to run some more tests to see if we can pinpoint the reason this has happened again.", the doctor said raising his eyebrow. Woody nodded in agreement.
The tests confirmed the doctors suspicions, it was a small, relatively harmless, blood clot that was causing the fluid to buildup.Woody was brought back to his room, to discuss his options."What are the risks of the surgery?", Jordan asked, her stomach churning at the possibilities. The doctor turned to Woody, "Well, we do nothing and your condition remains the same. If we do the surgery, and there are complications, let's just say, we can't make anything worse. This could be the reason your recovery has halted. If we don't do the surgery, then we'll never know.", he said hopefully. "So what are we waiting for?", Woody said as he clapped his hands. He looked over to Jordan and gave a small smile, she smiled back, trying to hide the uncertainty she felt.