The morgue crew met Woody in the hospital; Nigel, Bug, Lily, and Garret were all working when Brian had showed up. They were all freed but they were reluctant to leave as long as one of their own was in the building facing death. Now that Jordan was even in more danger than they collectively decided to go to the hospital and wait for her. Seeing as they weren't blood related to her they didn't get much information from the nurses and doctors. Finally the DA Walcott—who had showed up in a fit of guilt—had forced the doctor's to release the information to Garret, knowing that he would fill in the rest.

"Renee? Thank you…we really appreciate this. I appreciate it." Garret said smart enough to give credit where it was due.

"I want you to know that I never think of these people as statistics…it's the job. It makes you detached. You have to…you can't make it through the day if you don't Garret." She was hurting too, maybe not as much as the rest of the people in the waiting room but the hurt was there…evident in her eyes.

Garret moved closer and for the first time in a long time she let him hold her. She let him comfort her, "I know Renee. It's all right…"

The surgery seemed to last for days on end. The last time they had all been in this situation was when Woody was shot. They had all been worried sick then as well, but this time it was Jordan that was fighting for her life. Finally after 5 hours of waiting the main surgeon came out looking for Garret.

"Garret Macy?" he said looking around.

"Yeah that's me. How did it go?" he said his voice breaking.

"We got the bullet out and stopped the bleeding."

"Thank God! So what's the prognosis?"

"I'm worried about the amount of blood she lost to be completely honest. I'm going to be upfront with you."

"I appreciate that."

"If she would've been brought in right after she was shot…I can almost say with certainty she would've been fine. It the blood loss that's got me worried. Now she seems like s fighter, I mean she held on for this long, but even with all the blood we gave her; the situation is grave. If she makes it through the next 48 hours then she might have a chance."

"She might have a chance doctor?" Isn't there anything else you can do for her?"

"I understand that you are the CME? I don't have to explain the human body to you now do I? We did everything humanly possible, the rest is up to her."

"I know…let me tell you something. Jordan is a fighter and if she still in there somewhere she won't give up you hear me? Can we see her please?"

"I really hope so Dr. Macy. She is too weak for visitors, I'll let you in for five minutes. That's it she needs her rest."

"Thank you doctor that's all I need."

It was left to Garret to inform the others of the situation. As soon as they heard, they broke down one by one. Even though more than once had they been waiting around worrying for Jordan's health, this time it seemed the most grave. She might not come alive after all, the blood loss seemed to be too severe.

Woody was standing in the back, he didn't want to speak to anyone. He was racked with guilt thinking no knowing it was his fault. Slowly tears began to fall down his cheeks and he didn't care who saw him. Garret walked up to him. He hadn't mentioned that he was allowed to go see her to anyone yet.

"Woody." No response. "Woody," he said more sternly. It worked, Woody looked at him now.

"Dr. Macy, sorry I…"

"It's ok I know you're hurting. Listen I need to tell you something."

"Dr. Macy I already know ok! I know it's my…" Garrett cut him off.

"Woody just shut up for a second will you? I got five minutes to see her. Now I only need a minute with her so I'll let you see her for the rest of the time. Got it now pull yourself together, we need to be strong for her."

Woody was completely dumbfounded. He didn't know how or why Garret was being so generous with him. Wasn't he aware that she was in this predicament because of him?

"I don't understand…why are you doing this?" Woody stammered.

"She's a fighter Woody. I believe she can come out of this no matter how grave the situation seems to be. She just needs a reason to come back to us. I can give her one reason but I have a feeling she might want to hear some other options as well."

In a moment of sheer happiness Woody hugged Garret. "All right detective, that'll do. I'm going in now so be ready in a little bit." He left to her room. He found her in a private recovery room… room 105. He turned the knob and went inside catching his breath as he looked over her tiny body. Had she always been so tiny he thought. Machines monitoring every little thing about her surrounded her. There were tubes going in and out of her body. He felt tears coming down his cheeks again, he couldn't help himself. He remembered telling Woody to be strong for her but in the moment of truth he broke down. Anybody that would have seen her in that condition would have done so he rationalized. Even the doctor seemed to be worried.

He moved closer remembering the time limit. He gently touched her hand, it seemed to be the only place safe to touch without fear of hurting her. "Jordan," he whispered, "remember what I told you? I need you…don't leave me. I want you help, I don't think I can come out of this mess I put myself in without your help. Jordan you're a pain in the ass but you're my pain in the ass! I love you ok I love you. Now I have to leave but I'll be right outside until you're ready to come back to us. In the meantime there is someone else here to see you. Jordan we're all here for you."

After one last look hoping it would not be his last he left the room motioning towards Woody for him to go in. He didn't need to be told a second time. As soon as Garret left the room he sped to room 105. At the door he hesitated for a second but went in summoning all his courage and will not to break down. As soon as he saw her however he failed just like Garret had done. He too was shocked to find her so tiny and powerless. Just like Garret did before him he moved slowly towards the bed and was thinking what to say to her.

His hand instinctively reached out to hers and when he touched her he flinched at how cold her hands were. It must be the room he reasoned with himself. He then proceeded to sit down in the chair next to the bed. The only thing he could do was look at her. Words, thoughts were running through his mind but whenever he opened his mouth to speak nothing would come out. So he sat there in silence looking and praying. His four minutes were up a long time ago but nobody seemed to come in and drag him out so he decided to keep put as long as he could. Later he would find out that DA Walcott and Garret had arranged for him to be there as long as he needed.