A/N: I'LL GET TO WHAT THE GUYS WERE THINKING A LITTLE LATER(THAT'S GOING TO BE MORE DIFFICULT, TRYING TO WRITE THREE POINTS OF VIEW AT THE SAME TIME, BUT I WILL TRY). NO OWNERSHIP ON MY PART. ANY WAY, LET'S GET BACK TO HOSPITAL AND SEE HOW JORDAN'S DOING…..
CHAPTER 5: JORDAN-HOSPITAL 1
Emergency room's that way.
"Detective Woody Hoyt, he was shot."
Tell me, tell me.
"He's right there."
No, that can't be him.
"Woody!"
There's so much blood.
"Oh God. Tell me he's gonna be okay."
Please be okay, please.
"The bullet nicked him in the spine, and he's bleeding internally."
No, no. Oh God please.
"We won't know more until we open him up."
Okay, it'll be okay.
"Listen to me Woody, you're not going anywhere. You understand?"
Hear me, nowhere.
"Look, you want outta my life, you find some other way. But I'm not letting you, d..."
Woody you can't die, please don't die.
"You-you need to fight this."
No matter what, I'll be there for you.
"I can say what you want me to say."
I can do this now, I can tell you.
"Woody?"
Tell him, before it's too late.
"Please don't leave me. Please, I love you."
I love you so much, I always have.
"We gotta go."
Please don't take him from me.
"I..."
Love you...I need you. Please God, please, I need him.