AN: Keridwen89—Jordan can't be mad at Woody for hitting her car because she has already accepted that it was totally her fault. And yes, her hair is gorgeous, but I'm all about major character revamps .

Thanks to Orlando-Crazy and Eternalgorithm (I hope I spelled your name right)

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I'm Okay

Woody tossed and turned in bed that night. He could not catch a wink of sleep because he was worried about what Jordan thought of him. I've been so stupid! He thought, rolling over to check the time. One in the morning, five minutes after the last time he had checked the digital reading.

How could I have possibly thought that she would be less angry if I did not tell her? He slammed his head back on his flat pillow as a worm of pain wound through his temple, great, now I have a headache. He got out of bed and felt his way to the bathroom in the dark, blinding himself with the light as he searched for pain medication.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his short, greasy, hair even messier than usual. His eyes drawn down his cheeks, he sighed. Every muscle in his body ached from a hard day at the office. Instead of visiting Jordan and having to deal with the problems he had created, he poured himself into his work by picking up more cases than any one detective should have to handle.

He wondered where she was at that moment. She's probably still in hospital. While he was working with Nigel at the morgue, he had pulled Garret aside and asked when her hospital release date was and he begrudgingly replied that her physiotherapy ended tomorrow. He could have tapped Nigel for the information; he probably would have been a little nicer about it than Garret, but he felt that, because Garret was Jordan's best friend, he would try to get back on the good side.

Why does everybody hate me for not telling her? He pondered pouring himself a tall glass of water from the kitchen taps, popping the white pills into his mouth and chugged the entire glass. He realized that he posed a stupid question, after all, he had lied, and she knew it. He was a hypocrite, with how much he hated people who lied and schemed, but his fib was not intentionally to hurt her. He had lied to protect her. I was going to tell her eventually, why did Garret have to go poking his nose in where it doesn't belong?

He sighed again, laying his pained head back on the pillow in order to try catching a few winks before breaking the day with more homicide work.

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"You're all ready to go?"

Jordan sighed, "Finally."

She swung her legs over the bed as Garret handed her the crutches. She looked around for her things, "I've got them Jordan," her dad said, holding up her purse and the teddy bears she had received from her friends at the morgue.

Garret made to help her off the bed, but she snapped, "I can do it myself!"

He was not surprised at all by her reaction. Why should the accident have changed her independent attitude? In fact, if it had changed, Jordan's perseverance may have amplified and may continue to do so until she accepts no help from her friends, colleagues or her father at all. Garret feared the worst for her.

She stood tentatively, and adjusted the crutches so that they rested comfortably under her arms. She held tightly onto the right assistant however, because of the injuries on her left side, like her broken rib and cast bound arm, she had to hold the left crutch loosely and away from her body. Garret was amazed at how she handled herself with such ease.

She looked so different, Garret hardly recognized her anymore when he came to visit. The doctor removed the stitches from her face and scalp. Her scars looked like red streaks permanently tattooed across her head. Her brunette locks, which used to frame her face and fall playfully about her shoulders, were missing, replaced by a rugged army fashion. He had never seen the look of pain flash across her face as she accidentally bumped her ribcage or stepped too long on her cast.

Her hair would eventually grow back and her scars would disappear, but, to Garret, it seemed as if the gleam in her eyes would never return. She smiled but only to make the best of her situation. It did not reflect sunshine in the eyes of her friends.

Refusing any help offered to her by Garret or her father, she made her way, while they followed, to the main exit of the hospital. Garret drove Jordan and Max to her apartment.

"Dad, really, I don't need any help," she insisted, waving goodbye to Garret as he drove away from her Pearle Street apartment.

"How are you going to take your things up there, huh?" He asked, "Do you want me to just drop them here for you? I'll walk you to your door and then I'll go home, I promise."

"Fine, as long as you promise."

"Well, it seems like you just don't want me around!" He joked.

Jordan rolled her eyes, "I haven't been alone for three weeks, dad. I think I deserve a little 'me' time."

"Alright, if you insist but you know that if you—"

"I'll call you if I need you, dad. Don't worry about me," she said, pushing her heavy red door open with her right side.

He came inside and put her things in the living area, "Here good?"

"Yes that's fine," she sighed.

He came to her with open arms and she received them in a daughterly fashion before forcing him out of her apartment.

"OK, I'll go now, you're—"

"Yes!"

"Just making sure," he said jovially. He was happy to see her home again, though he would rather have seen her without all the pain she suffered. He said good-bye and, hoping she would be all right, left her to her own devices.

Well, give me your opinion; I know this chapter was a drag. I make you wait like a week for a chapter and this is what you get! I'm sorry! I promise the next one will be better! Trust me! Review now GO! 3 reviews and I'll post the next one (when it's done of course lol)