A/N: Someone asked about the guy who was in the car with Tommy in the finale. Well, I started writing this story before the finale aired, so he didn't exist in my mind. But, to appease your curiousity, consider this a summary of the lost chapter: When Tommy was driving on the highway the passenger door just mysteriously flew open and the old creepy guy wasn't wearing a seat belt and he fell out and there just happened to be an 18-wheeler in the very next lane...so creepy old guy no more. That work?

Part II - Hurt

Chapter 1

He wearily lifted his head and began to blink rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. His back and neck ached from the position he had slept in, slouched in an uncomfortable plastic chair, courtesy of the hospital staff. Finally he looked up at the reason he was here, and found her awake, sitting up and staring straight ahead at the bland white wall.

"Jude," he breathed out, almost on a whisper.

She didn't reply. She didn't blink. She didn't move. She didn't make any inclination that she had even heard him.

Tommy tried again, his voice more solid the second time around.

"Jude."

She remained motionless, impassive to his voice.

His tone became more desperate, anxious for any reaction from her.

"Please, Jude, say or do something, anything. Please."

Jude moved her head slighty towards Tommy, glancing briefly at his face before returning her gaze to the blank wall situated in front of her.

Encouraged, he lightly clasped her hand within his.

"How are you feeling?"

She shifted her head again, sending him a look that screamed, 'Did you seriously just ask me that? I was hit by a car, how the hell do you think I'm feeling?'

Truthfully, it hurt to move. Every time she did, it felt like her chest was on fire. There was a constant, dull ache hear her hand, promising a messed up wrist. But she wouldn't tell him any of this, wouldn't even let it show. She would hide it--she'd become so good at that.

"How's the pain? Do you need me to get your doctor so she can increase your pain meds?"

This time, Jude didn't look at the man beside her. She merely removed her hand from his grasp and continued staring at the wall, enveloped in her own thoughts.

What did he think he was doing? Why was he even in here with her? Should't he be on that flight, the one that was so important for him to be on that he couldn't even offer her an honest, decent farewell? All she was worth was a cold, heartless "Bye." No explanation, no "I'm sorry," just one damn monosyllabic word. And now here he was, asking all these questions, like he actually cared?

She wasn't buying it.

He left her. End of story.

And as for that pain medication...she didn't know of anything that could soothe a broken heart.