Jordan was drifting in and out of her deep sleep. At times she imagined she would hear sounds but she couldn't make them out. She felt parts of her body being touched and at times her hands were caressed. Finally she heard a voice, it wasn't familiar but the words seemed to make sense, Now I never meant to do you wrong that's what I came here to say,

Slowly she felt herself moving towards the words. She felt more awake with each line she heard,

But if I was wrong then I am sorry don't let it stand in our way

She felt a hand on hers,

Cause my head just aches when I think of the things that I shouldn't have done

But life is for living we all know and I don't wanna live it alone.

For some reason the words she heard spoke to her, she moved her hand and slowly opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was and yet she wasn't scared. She looked around till she saw the hand that was holding hers. It was a man's hand. As she let her eyes go over the hand onto the arm she slowly recognized the man sleeping by her side. As she rested her eyes on his face she remembered bits and pieces as to why she was here. There had been a hostage situation she thought, I was shot and then…that was all she remembered. Suddenly she felt a slight pain in her abdomen. She moved her hand from under his and let it rest where the pain had come from.

The movement woke Woody up. When he looked up he saw she was awake and immediately let out a smile. "Jordan," he whispered, "you're back".

She turned eyes towards him, "I'm back," she said in a raspy voice. "Water?" talking long sentences seemed strenuous to her so she limited herself to one or two.

He gladly complied, "oh sure here you go. Oh my God I'm so happy you came back to us. You can't imagine how worried we've all been."

She finished her water and seemed ready to speak now, "oh I think I might know what they were going through." She was alluding to when she was waiting on news when he got shot.

He knew. "Oh…sorry that was inconsiderate of me. Of course you know. I better go call everybody, they really want to see you as well." He went out to make the phone calls but didn't return right away. Instead he was looking in outside her room. She wasn't aware he was standing there. Her words cut right through him, he had shut her out of his life for months because of what she had finally told him when he was being wheeled in.

He understood now, it was never pity. It could be described more as sheer terror seeing the person you love slipping away right in front of you. He was thinking back to the moment when he witnessed her being shot, he had felt fear, anger even nausea but also powerlessness and the need to tell her how he felt. Now he understood, it was his fault she was hurt, he was the one that pushed her away. He knew that she wasn't completely without fault but that didn't matter anymore. She had made the effort that day in the hospital when he threw her out. He decided to try to be as brave as she was and do the same.

"Jordan? Well I think they all pretty much ran out the door as soon as I told them. They should be in a little bit."

"Thanks for calling, I really appreciate it."

"So in the meantime I really think we should talk."

"Oh, we do? What did you have on your mind?"

He hesitated knowing that next few minutes will change both their lives, for better or worse. "I have been a complete idiot really. I didn't listen to you, I drove you into the arms of another man and when I thought I had lost you for good I didn't say it."

He was talking five miles per hour and then he stopped, leaving her hanging. "You didn't say what Woody?"

"I love you, I said a lot of things except for I love you. I can't believe I almost lost you and I didn't tell you."

"You still love me?"

"I never stopped actually. The question is do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you. The question is, is that enough?"

"What do mean by that? It has to be enough, we've been through so much already it needs to be enough."

"It wasn't enough when I told you." She started to have tears in her eyes. "It wasn't enough when I tried to talk to you for days on end, and it certainly wasn't enough to keep me close to you. It was supposed to be you Woody, I was supposed to try a relationship with you not Pollack. I've never stopped Woody, I think that's why I gave into my feelings that night at the inn but I've been lost ever since."

"I know and I can't pretend that I haven't felt the same. It was killing me to see you with Pollack then that night at the inn things never so right. I knew then that I made a mistake but seeing you here just now gave me the final push to tell you. I need to know whether it's too late. Tell me Jordan is it too late?"

"You know after I was shot I heard you, you did tell me that you loved me. In fact I held on to that with all my might. You said you'd wait for me…there's no need to wait…I'm here for you."

He was so happy he thought he'd die; hearing her say those words to him was like a dream come true. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. "Where do we go from here Jo? I don't ever want to lose you again."

"You won't, not if I can help it. I have a feeling they'll release me soon and I'll probably need someone to take care of me. What do you say, you ready for the next step?"

Woody was ecstatic…partly because like she said it was the next step in their relationship but part of it was because she had been the one that had suggested it. They would move in together and he didn't have to beg her for any of it. She was willing to take the next step; better yet she wanted it as bad as he did.

The End