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ok heres what happened! before i changed the end of this chapter, what happened was Jordan told Woody that she loved him too. But i've found that it's harder to continue from that so i'm changing the ending. But for all you Jordan/Woody shippers, fret not. They'll still be together. But by changing the ending I'm making it a little more angsty and not so much fluff!

Woody just stared at the doctor, trying to stay positive and assume that the tear was nothing to be concerned about. But in his heart, he knew that something must be wrong. He could feel it in his stomach, in every fiber of his being. It was that sick feeling, like someone was pressing on his gut, hard, like everything he had eaten in the past day was about to make it's way back to the surface. It was the feeling of having someone sit on your chest, your lungs pressed hard into your body, your breath short and staggered. Like you wanted to die, but your lungs aren't compressed enough. Just another millimeter or so, and within a minute you would be dead. Woody couldn't take it anymore. He sat back down in his chair and placed his head in his hands, taking deep, slow breaths, trying to regain his composure. He felt a hand rest down on his shoulder and he looked up. Garret was standing above him, looking down into the eyes of the sad, young detective. His consolation was said without words. Woody looked back in front of him; the doctor was standing there, waiting for the word to go ahead. Woody looked into his face. It was gruff, as if he had gone days without sleeping. There was pronounced stubble on his chin and cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. But his eyes, Woody noticed, had a glimmer of hope, a spark, something that flared up something inside the detective. It was hope without words. Woody nodded, telling the doctor to go ahead and deliver the news.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you with the tear. I just had to tell a family that their six-year old daughter died during surgery. As for you guys, Dr. Cavanaugh pulled through surgery fine. Luckily, the bullet missed all major organs, she said to give the bullet to Detective Hoyt." the doctor said.

He held out the bullet, questioning whom the detective was. Woody held out his hand and the doctor placed the bullet in it. "She said that without a doubt, he would find and convict the guy that did this to his niece." he said.

Woody made an attempt at a smile but only managed to twitch the upper corners of his lips.

"She was asking for you detective Hoyt. And someone by the name of Kaitlyn," he finished. For the first time since arriving to the hospital, everyone turned to Kaitlyn who was sitting in a chair, just in hearing range of the doctor, her arm bandaged where the bullet had penetrated. "She's asleep right now. But detective Hoyt, you and the others are welcome to go in and see her. The only thing I ask is that you go in one at a time and try not to wake her if she's sleeping. She can be released in a couple of days. The other thing I'm going to ask of you is that once she's released, she was someone to stay with. She's going to be extremely sore and simple things are going to be hard for her," he said.

Everyone nodded, all taking a silent agreement to take care of Jordan. With a last smile, the doctor left. Woody got up from his chair and turned to the group. "You guys find if I go see her first?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

"No, go ahead Woody. Send her our love," Nigel said for them all. Woody smiled and left the room. But before heading down the hall, sterile hall to Jordan's room, her pulled Garret over to the side to talk to him.

"Garret can you just talk to Kaitlyn for me? I would do it myself but I really need to see Jordan right now. The police have taken her statement but just maybe offer her someone to talk to. Help share the burden. I really don't want her to feel like this is her fault." Woody said.

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to her." Garret said in return.

Woody gave him a pat on the back and half-ran down the hall to Jordan's room. When he got there, it was as if seeing her lying on that floor all over again. Her head was resting lightly on her pillow, her eyes closed and her chest moving ever so lightly up and down. Her face was pale, somewhat the color of sour milk. It killed him to see her so helpless, so lifeless. He moved gently into the room, dragging a chair over to her bedside and sitting down. He ran the backside of his fingers over her smooth cheek, not daring to blink in case he missed a thing. Woody felt the familiar tingle of hot tears prickling behind his eyes and before he could help it, they were streaming down his cheeks.

"Jordan I love you!" he sobbed, whispering into her ear. "You can't leave me now. I'm sorry for being such an ass about everything. But now I realize that I can't live without you and I know why you chose that moment to tell me what I wanted to hear. Please." he pleaded. And then he broke down completely. He rested his forehead on the edge of her stomach, his body raking with every sob he took. Without his knowledge, Jordan opened her eyes, trying to absorb the scene in front of her eyes. Hearing every word of what Woody had told her, she ran the tips of her fingers through her hair, causing his eyes and his attention to come back to her face.

"Jordan, you're awake," Woody said, trying to wipe the remaining tears from his eyes and pretending he hadn't just said any of the things he did.

"Ya," Jordan replied simply.

"Did you hear any of the things I just said?" he asked, wanting more than anything to hide his head in his hands and look away from her face which was showing no emotion as usual.

"I dunno," she said. "Was there anything more than the I love you, that I can't live without you, that you're sorry for being an ass, ect." she said, trying her hardest to keep the smirk off her face.

"You think this is funny?" he asked, wanting to get mad and start yelling but finding it increasingly hard to wipe the smile off his face. But he could feel the anger starting to boil up inside of him and he didn't want it to blow over. So he got up from his chair, running his fingers through his hair and walking towards the door.

"Where you going?" Jordan asked, proping herself up in bed.

"Jordan you still think this is a joke. I can't do this until you actually take this seriously. I'm going," he said, finishing the walk to the door but stopping in the frame when Jordan started talking.

"Hey farm-boy," she started. Woody turned to face her, though reluctantly. "I love you too."