Well this season's premiere was in my opinion just another missed opportunity so here is my take on how it would have been better.
"Screw your pity and get out" Woody said harshly from the confines of his hospital bed.
Jordan couldn't believe what she was hearing, his voice was so cold, so detached, a far cry from her normally cheerful Midwestern detective that she'd grown to love. He might get mad at her from time to time, for all the unnecessary trouble she'd get them into or for her stubbornness when it came to the subject of them as more than friends but he could never stay mad, never once spoke to her the way he was right now.
She just stared blankly back at him, tears in her eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment. She nodded weakly and slowly turned to go. She got through the door then stopped in her tracks and turned sharply on her heel and came back into the room.
"No" she said
He just looked at her, completely exhausted and desperately wanting her to leave him alone , the thought of her saying what he had so desperately longed for her to say for so long out of pity was just too much for him to bear right now, along with his injury.
"No?" he questioned, frustrated by her steadfast stubbornness.
"Screw you Woody" she shot back angrily.
"Screw me?" he said incredulously, not believing her nerve to speak to him this way now.
"That's right, Screw you Woody, the only person who pities you is you, you're so busy feeling sorry for yourself, for what happened to you that you cant be bothered to think about anyone else" She yelled at him.
"I always think of everyone else, right now I think I have a right to be selfish! I was almost killed, and if I can't walk anymore, I might as well be dead!" he yelled back at her, his own eyes filling with tears, his emotions threatening to betray him.
Jordan wiped her eyes, willing the tears to stay in. "You selfish bastard! Don't you think those other cops who were killed and their families would have given anything to be alive, whether they could walk or not?"
"Well I'm not them" he said looking away.
"No, they're dead and you're not, so maybe you should try being a little more grateful of that" She said angrily.
"Should I be grateful for your pity? Of you saying you love me because you thought I might not wake up?" he asked bitterly.
"How dare you question my feelings for you, maybe it wasn't the best time to say what I said but that was the first time I could say it, you have no idea what it feels like to get that phone call, to be scared out of your mind, to see you like that" she said, tears now streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She roughly wiped at her cheeks, cursing her inability to control her emotions, she wanted to be angry.
Woody looked away at the wall, his own stubborn pride was winning the battle over his heart which wanted to confess his own love for her and hold her in his arms and tell her how scared he was but he knew he couldn't do that and he would have no part in this game she was surely playing with his heart.
A nurse entered the room. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave, he needs his rest now and it seems you're upsetting him" She said.
Jordan looked at Woody, who was still looking away, unwilling to meet her gaze. She turned and left his room quietly.
"Can I get you anything sir?" the nurse asked Woody.
"Can you get me my life back?" Woody asked somberly as he watched Jordan walking away from him.
"No, I'm afraid that's something you're going to have to do for yourself" the nurse smiled sympathetically.
"I'm not sure that's going to be possible after this" he frowned, looking out of the room in the direction of Jordan's retreat.
"You know, they say you only fight with people who mean the most to you, it seems silly but it's true, you don't bother with people you don't care about" she advised him.
"Now get some rest Detective Hoyt, tomorrow is a new day" she said cheerfully and left him alone with his thoughts to get some sleep.