A/N: THIS WILL BE A SHORT STORY, JUST TO ADD A DIFFERENT SPIN TO THE PREMIERE. THIS CHAPTER STARTS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE, WHEN JORDAN FIRST COMES TO SEE WOODY. HIS THOUGHS ARE REAL AND WILL BE ITALIC, MY NARRATION AND THE NON-DREAM WILL BE REGULAR TEXT, AND THE DREAMS WILL BE NOTED. ENJOY. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING CROSSING JORDAN.
CHAPTER 2: JAIL CELL GRAY
The blackness was lightening, it was different. It was still very dark and cold, but now it was gray. Gray like a jail cell. Something was starting to happen, there were sounds. Woody could here muffled noises. The talking was very loud, but undecipherable, like someone had a megaphone stuffed with cotton pressed to his ear. This made his head throb and his ears ring. At least it's something. There was a smell, that unmistakable smell of a hospital. The hospital, I'm definitely still in the hospital. This is good, I'm still alive.
With every passing moment, the gray began to lighten, the sounds became clearer and the smells became more intense. Woody was now aware of his head, although it still felt detached from his body. His head felt heavy and it was pounding. The nurse and doctor were talking to each other, but it was too fast for Woody to comprehend what they were saying. His mouth was open a little and he tried to talk but his lips wouldn't move. Then the nurse jiggled his chin, "C.mon Honey, you need to remember to swallow.", she coaxed rubbing his cheek. He did. Hey I heard you, I felt that.
The room got even lighter, and with that, Woody could feel his body come back. He still could not move, but he felt the i.v.'s in his arm, the monitor pads on his chest and a strange feeling in his abdomen, not pain, just pressure. There was a uncomfortable feeling a little lower that he couldn't explain, and he knew he was laying on his back, but it didn't hurt, like he had expected it to. He tried to move his legs, or anything else for that matter, but nothing was working. He was aware of his legs, there was still a numbness, but there was also a tingling. That's good, right? The surgery must have worked.
Then he smelled something familiar, it was perfume, she was there. The light grew brighter and brighter, he blinked and tried to open his eyes. His eyelids fluttered open, he saw her fuzzy form and then his heavy eyes closed again. He was back in the muffled darkness. "Woody, Woody it's me. Please open your eyes, please.", Jordan pleaded to the still form on the bed. "Excuse me, could you please page the doctor, I think he's trying to wake up.", she asked the nurse. The doctor came in to check on Woody, after the exam, the doctor reassured Jordan that although it was a good sign, Woody was still in a coma.
Jordan, Jordan, where are you. Where did she go, damn she was just here. Wait where am I ? He was back in the gray cell. I need to get out of here, I need to get back to her. Help me Jordan. He screamed, pulling on the bars of the cell. (DREAM)Woody's eyes snapped open he was sitting in his hospital. Jordan was standing in front of him, holding a plant. She told him after six weeks of therapy he would be back on his feet. He told her to leave….again, and she did. What am I saying , no Jordan, wait, come back. (DREAM) There was a commotion down the hall Riggs, his shooter, had escaped. He couldn't get far, they will catch him, and if they don't, I will, just as soon as I recover.
Then the room went black.