A/N: THIS IS SUCH A GREAT PART OF THE EPISODE, ONE OF MY FAVORITES ACTUALLY, SO FULL OF EMOTION AND ANGST. HOPEFULLY I'LL DO A GOOD JOB CONVEYING THAT. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS, THEY REALLY KEEP ME GOING. IF THEY WERE MINE, SEASON FIVE WOULD BE VERY, VERY DIFFERENT.

CHAPTER 8: JORDAN HOSPITAL 2

"I'm not going to lie to you Dr. Cavanaugh, Detective Hoyt has a very serious injury."

Yeah, no kidding.

"So what happens next?"

You better tell me he's gonna be just fine.

"Well, when Dr. Jones gets here, we will go over the tests and scans, then proceed with the best course of action. And probably take him back to surgery in the morning."

Already figured that.

"Then what?"

I want to know….the truth.

"There is a possibility of permanent nerve damage, we won't know until tomorrow."

God, this can't be happening.

"So what does he know?"

I don't want to have to tell him.

"He knows about the surgery and the risks. What he needs now is rest and to stay calm. Do you have anymore questions?"

Only about a hundred.

"No, thanks."

Breathe Cavanaugh, breathe.

"I'll be by later to check on him."

Good. Breathe. Okay girl, you can do this.

"Hey."

Oh God, he looks awful. Stay strong for him, don't cry.

"So, if you had to lose an organ, spleen's a good choice….pretty useless anyhow."

Nice one Jordan, crack a joke. Like losing an organ's really funny, Why not just tell him about all the health risks associated with not having a spleen. Stupid!

"Yeah, I guess."

He sounds scared.

"Dr, Turner says their gonna wait until the morning to take you back to surgery."

Enough with the medical talk. He doesn't need another doctor, he needs a friend.

"Good, that'll give me a few a few more hours to lie here and think about how much my life is gonna suck, when I can't walk anymore."

That's not gonna happen, you'll be just fine.

"You don't know that Woody, there's a good chance there's no nerve damage."

Positive thoughts.

"50/50, you makin' that bet?"

Not the gambling type, you know that.

"They're flying a neurologist in from New York, he's supposed to be the best."

He better be the best.

"Right now you need to relax, you need to rest."

I wish I could just hold you and make everything better, but I can't, I'm sorry.

"What you whispered to me when they were bringin' me in?"

Huh?

"You heard that?"

Oh God.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard that."

Of course he heard that idiot, he regained consciousness, remember?

"You said that 'cause you felt sorry for me?"

No it wasn't like that.

"What? No!"

I was scared Woody.

"You're thinking he's crippled so…"

Never. I thought I was going to lose you.

"Woody, no. I meant every word."

Oh yeah, that sounded convincing.

"Get outta here."

What? No, please.

"Woody."

Give me a chance to explain.

"Screw your pity and get outta here."

It's not pity, you have to believe me.

"NOW!"

I can't leave you, I won't. Tell him.…just tell him. I love you Woody. Don't cry. Why can't you just say it. Please look at me Woody. If you just look at me, you'll see now much I love you. Oh God, he's so scared. Okay, don't upset him, he needs to stay calm. Fine I'll go for now, but I will be back. I'll never leave you Woody…

"I love you", she whispered as she stood outside his room.