Il mio Isabella dolce

by Anvolea

Jordan run's. Why did Jordan leave? Where did she go? Will Woody find her? And who is Isabella?

7. Disegno dello spazio in bianco

Thanks Katie Pooh!..lmao...for correct my chap

Ok girl's new chap! This one is a co-writting one My good friend anacharlie help a lot ...thanks girl!

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Chapter 7: Disegno dello spazio in bianco (Drawing a Blank)

"Favorite Color?"
"No…"
"Favorite Song?"
"No…"
"Favorite Name?"
"No…"
"Place of Birth?"
"No…."
"Father's Name?"
"No…."
"Phone number?"
"No….no, no, NO!" Jordan screamed, covering her face with her hands in desperation. "I can't remember a damn thing …I already told you!"
"You are not making any effort for remember!" the psychiatrist retorted sharply.

After 3 hours of talking with Jordan, the psychiatrist was getting frustrated; she was not getting any result from her patient. Even the she knew the idiom was a great barrier between them both, she was very secure to get something …and the only thing the she got was a huge headache.
"I think you should stop to forcing the patient," The Doctor said. He was there for the entire interview watching from the door and he sees no change from the patience. "Maybe it better for you both to continue tomorrow."
"I think you are right….Ok Miss…we'll see you tomorrow…and please try to remember something ...anything…." After that she passed over the door
Paolo looked with compassion to Jordan. She looked so defeated and completely helpless. He stood close too Jordan's bed and put his hand over Jordan's head, stroking softly.
"Don't listen her, you did it great," he whispered softly
"How? I didn't remember a damn thing!" Jordan up his head with tears covering her cheeks.
"But you tried." He winked at her. "That's good enough." He smiled, trying to comfort her.
Jordan feels deeply grateful for that and some part happy the someone really care about her….like…"Ouch." Jordan said touching her head
"Something wrong? Maybe your hurts are irritated it you, let me check" He start to touch Jordan's head.
"No…is not that …it happened to me a lot when the Psychiatric make me the questions…every time the I think the I remember something….my head hurt…it was like my mind wanted to be in a blank" Jordan said in frustration
"Mmm…" The doctor look worried "We are going to do a MRI tomorrow." He took Jordan patient register and point the MRI . "I 'm sorry but is not going to be a pleasant experience." He smile with a comic grin.
"How so?" Jordan asked, intrigued.
"Well the sounds from the machine…honestly ...they are nasty!"
"Oh…" Jordan feels some panic "Would you be there?" She feel a hot in her cheeks
"I have a round but…." He smile again "I can make an arrange"
"Thanks."
"It seems my patients …really need to be spoiled." He screams comically
"Come again?" Jordan said a little annoyed
"Nothing…." He said trying to erase the uncomfortable moment "we would take care about you…until you remember or someone comes for you."
"If anyone?" Jordan voice tremble….that questions was locked in her mind…but she was too afraid of…
The Doctor look to her smiling sadly "Listen I don't think there is no one off there looking for you….but since the your papers disappears in the accident and you are not from Italy….and you…well…"
"Sleep for a month and then now I don't remember anything…" Jordan voice was full of sarcasm. "I can't be helped and for that no one as come…" her eyes were filled with tears now.
"Hey….do not cry…I'm very sure the people about there are going crazy looking for you….they must be very worried and..."
"How do you know it? What about if no one cares about me?"
"Never" He said strong and secure "A woman like you ...must to be loved and care for all what they know her."
Jordan look deeply in the dark brow eyes the were standing right there, with her…and those eyes were so lovely and show so much care for her….the she believe it…..he must to be right… "Ok…..I believe you." She smile, the first truly smile since she wake up
"That much betters…a really good girl." He smiles "So I must go…." He stood up from Jordan's bed and walked to the door
"Wait…. You never introduce your self to me." Jordan said softly
"Uh?" The Doctor murmured, "Yes! You are right…. Il mio nome è Paolo, Il vostro medico"
"What?" Jordan was extremely confused
"Well I think the maybe that would help you to remember, I mean talk in Italian…but no, ...so I would just added I'm very honored to meet and you may call me Paolo." he make a funny reverence trying to make it laugh Jordan and he was successful.
"Ok….Italian boy….I'm very sorry the I couldn't tell you my name ...but I'm very honored to meet you too." she smile again
"So we are friends now…" He smile and was almost passing the door, when she turn and added "and you have the most charming smile the I ever see….is like…Entice." and he cross the door
Jordan feels a hot in her cheeks at the doctor words, but aside being ashamed for that, she liked him, because he care about her…and that made it all feel less lonely….She lay in her bed for long …crying with silence tears, the she really know why they come. She watch the stars change of position in the sky, looking from the window in her room and all the time wondering why she have the sensation for some reason, the eyes of the Doctor must be of another color.

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"Woody….." Lily called out
"I know" he interrupted.
"You're been saying that for the last 4 hours!" she pointed out.
"But…"
"No buts! Go to bed!" Lily told him firmly
"But…"
"NOW!"
"Geez!" Woody stood up from the table. For the last 4 hours he has been calling to Italy, talking there and here, trying to push for some kind of information. And there was still no information. That was so very much frustrating! Woody sighed heavily running his hand through his hair.
"You really need to get some rest." Lily said softly.
"I have to find Jordan." Woody disagreed.
"Shouldn't Caterina have a decently rested father?" Lily raised an eyebrow at him.
"That sounds almost like blackmail." Woody pointed out with a smirk.
"Anything to get you in bed." Lily raised her hands as in defeat.
Woody raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, that came out wrong." Lily tried to explain herself.
"If I do remember correctly, when we first met you asked me if I'd sleep with you." Woody reminded her with a comic grin.
Lily felt her cheeks going from pink-ish to burning red.
"You…" she pointed at him trying to form a sentence. She didn't accomplish so.
Woody's grin was bigger. Having people blushing can be so much fun.
"Go to bed!" Lily ordered pointing his bedroom.
Woody did as she said and headed to his room laughing.
He closed the door behind him with a softly click and changed into his pajamas pants and an old T-shirt. Woody lied down hoping he'd close his eyes and sleep.
Well, no such luck. Woody couldn't sleep because he couldn't get his mind of how frustrating this phone-search was. He had absolutely nothing on Jordan. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. Woody turned to his side hoping he'd leave those thoughts behind.

"This is pointless!" his mind told him "While I'm here trying to handle all at the same time – and obviously failing or I wouldn't have Lily over this late – " his minded pointed out "Jordan is somewhere lost. I can't even assure myself she's fine. These phone calls are taking me absolutely nowhere. So instead of sit and wait for her to magically show up, I should go after her. Literally"

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"Hi." Paolo smiled gently as he walked into his new favorite patient's room.
"Hi." She smiled back. "Time for the MRI, right?"
Paolo nodded as he sat by the chair near her bed. "I've been thinking…" he started.
"Should I be worried?" Jordan asked sarcastically, but with an honest smile.
Paolo smiled back and continued "Since you can't remember your name, you should have a temporary one."
"A temporary name?" now that was a bit of a weird idea, she thought.
"Just until we find out your name." Paolo shrugged.
Jordan thought for a second. It didn't seem like she would remember anytime soon, so it wouldn't hurt to actually be called something aside 'the patient', 'the brunette', 'the girl from the accident', 'the amnesia girl' and even in a twisted way, some nurses call her "Lucy", from a movie which the girl lost her memory every day. People didn't call her that directly, but she'd overheard nurses and doctors on the hallway.
"Any suggestions?"
"How about Isabella?" He said smiling
"Who was Isabella?" she raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"I don't know any Isabella. It's just my favorite name." Paolo said.
"It's pretty." She smiled nodding slowly.
"So?"
"I'm Isabella." She smiled and held her hand out.
"Paolo." He smiled taking her hand. "We should go."
"Ok."
Isabella's answer was followed by a comfortable silence.
"What are you thinking of?" Paolo asked as he noticed the thoughtful expression on her face.
"I'm trying to decide if I like this MRI idea or not." Isabella answered, "Big machines, finding out stuff, trying to figure it all out… It's cool. But being the subject of the figuring out is not that cool."

((Hours later))

"What are you still doing here? I thought your shift was over hours ago." Isabella said as she saw Paolo entering the room with a box under his arm.
"Since you've said figuring stuff out is cool." he pulled a chair to sit next to her bed "I thought this might be fun." Paolo showed her the box.
"Clue?" Isabella smiled with an arched eyebrow. "Why are you doing this?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, but whenever you're forced to do something, you seem to run."
"Are you saying I don't want to remember?" Isabella asked quizzically. How could she not want so? Looking at her self on the mirror and having no idea if she looks like her mom or her dad. Worse! Not even knowing if she has parents. Or her name, her last name. Her own body was the worst of puzzles to her. She could see scars and marks and Isabella had absolutely no idea how she got those on the first place. Isabella had starting assuming a lot of things. She assumed the scar on her left hand was due to an unfortunate encounter with a sharp knife, that the calluses on her fingertips where from playing some string musical instrument and that she was kind of girly for going 'aww' whenever she saw a baby.
"No, I'm saying pushing you is not the best approach." Paolo explained himself "It gives you a headache, you end up frustrated and with an angry therapist. I think you should just relax."
"Are you here as Dr. Segreti or Paolo?"
"I was sitting home and there was nothing to do…" He said ashamed
"No one fun to talk to?" Isabella asked ironically.
"Yeah. Then I remembered you like to figure stuff out." He pointed the game with his eyes. "You remember it too. You told me today when you were deciding if you liked the MRI or not."
She blinked surprised "It is true. I did remember."
"Without pushing and without headaches…" Paolo smiled.
"Alright!" Jordan lay in the bed, like a little child, rolled over her tummy and looking expectative "From we start?"
"Choose" He said laughing at Jordan's attitude

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Be a single Dad, was harder what Woody always thought. Running all the time for doing all what the baby need, was hard…and the nights with out sleeping...that was killing him. Not the he really sleep anyway…because when he sleep, his dreams haunting him with nightmares about Jordan fate. But Lily finally found a solution for that problem...a book…that helps parents to learn teaching their child to sleep well at night. After three weeks to do it…Caterina didn't wake up more at night. He thought that would be a relief but…now it was him who wakes up every time…A month, an entire month since he left Italy with Caterina and he still don't know anything about Jordan. Laying in the Bed, he stand up and walk to the kitchen and start to see once again all the things about the accident and the possible hospital's when Jordan may be…Rome is a huge city…when thousand of Hospital's and the worst part was the he knows the some victims of the accidents, where delivered to others places, not in Rome specifically.

Thousand of theories where in Woody's mind, because he couldn't find a reasonable answer to why Jordan was still missing. Something must be wrong with her, because we would never believe Jordan had abandoned her child. He never thought in that before, until the he hear some rumors in the precinct, that Jordan did all that to punished Woody, the maybe the baby wasn't even of him. He confront to everyone who said Caterina wasn't his daughter and with the person who star all the rumors, and that was his last fight with Lu. That was a nightmare, in all the sense of the word. All the respect the he still have over Lu and the fact the he hurt her, disappear completely. After that, Lu asks for a promotion in another city. And that was it, and deeply in his heart, he was truly relief for not seeing her again. He regrets once again for asking to Lu marry him, if he would never do that, Jordan would be here in Boston, with him and Caterina, not lost and alone.
"Where are you Jordan?" He asks looking for the window "Caterina misses you, everyone at the morgue too… I miss you; and need you here with me…forever"

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Jordan woke up with the sound of the city. She felt better, maybe she still doesn't remember too much or something useful, but she could remember something: her favorite color was purple. And she was happy for that the she was making some progress. Now, talking about things the really helps, it seems her brain wasn't cooperated too much, he was to keep blank and that really piss off Jordan.
Because be wondering all the time, who I am, is not the greatest experience, since the most of the time Jordan was wondering if the people in her past loves her enough and if they are looking for her. Wondering if they are worried, if they care...and why if they didn't care? That was a huge panic in Jordan's soul. What if she wasn't important enough for someone to remember her and wanted to search for her?
"What if I'm not important for anybody?" She said aloud
"How many times I have to say you… you MUST keep those thoughts out of your mind!" Paolo said
"But… Paolo, let's face it, I've been here for over a month and NO ONE has…"
"You don't know." He interrupted "You were found away from the original scene without any documents, you weren't awake for a month, you don't remember much. Rome is a huge city. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. I'm positive someone is looking for you."
"How can you be so sure?" Jordan asked desperately.
"You are caring, intelligent, funny… You're the kind of person people love to have around. You're the kind of girl a guy would be extremely grateful to have by his side. How could someone not look for you?"
Jordan felt her cheeks flushing a little.
"Come on, you have an appointment with your therapist." Paolo changed the subject.
"I hate her."
"Well, she's not crazy about you either." Paolo shrugged comically.

Dr. Veronesi sat there, with her glass of water in her left hand. "Dr. Segreti told me about temporary name."
"I guess it makes it a little less awkward." Jordan sighed watching the blond woman make small circles with the glass and the ice moving inside the water.
"Do you want to talk about the dreams you've been having, Isabella?" she asked and Jordan immediately lifted her honey eyes up to meet the doctor's one.
"I guess it's from the accident." Jordan shrugged "Screams, fire."
"That's all?"
"Pretty much." Jordan nodded slowly "There are people screaming scared, baby crying and fire."
"Baby crying?" the doctor lifted an eyebrow.
"Yeah. There's this one baby crying, but I can't see it. All I can see is the fire."
Both women sighed.
"Look, let's be practical." Jordan said "This isn't going anywhere. What if we tried to analyze it as if I wasn't the patient in question?"
Dr. Veronesi thought for a minute while making small circles with the glass.
Jordan could hear the ice floating and bumping on the other ice cubes on the golden-brown liquid. The lamp hanging over the table and the man sat at it, with her back to her.
"Isabella?"
Jordan lifted her eyes up.
"Did you remember anything?"
"Whiskey. He drinks whiskey. Alone."
"Who drinks whiskey alone?"
"I don't know." Jordan shrugged.
Dr. Veronesi sighed. In fact, that's what they used to do a lot: sigh and shrug in frustration at the very, very small progress.
"Maybe you're idea isn't so bad." The blonde took a sip of her water.
"Ok. So, you have an unconscious girl, bus accident…"
"Without any sort of identification documents. We assumed she lost them somewhere along the accident."
"Where there eye witnesses?"
"For the original scene. They saw a woman, in her thirties, helping people out of the bus. The bus fell and she was in it. They assumed she didn't survive at first."
"Medical history?"
"None, she's a… what do you call?"
"Jane Doe."
"Yes." Dr. Veronesi was surprised Isabella could think so clearly when she wasn't put on the spotlight.
"So?" the brunette raised an eyebrow waiting for more information.
"Hum…" Veranesi picked her file up and read it "Nervature rotte, cavigliata torta, trauma capo, tagli, bruciatos…"
"Posso verdere il rapporto?" she asked instinctively.
"Parlate italiano?" Veranesi asked surprised. And she had been working on her English all that time.
"Well, I am in Italy, so…but until now is the first time the I can talk in Italiano, I guess the my mind remember that" Jordan shrugged "Anyway, broken ribs, twisted ankle, head trauma, cuts and burnings are consistent with the accident. Anything else?"
Veronesi read the file quickly and shook her head. The girl had enough trouble not knowing who she was. She didn't see a point on telling her the medical report stated she seemed to be breastfeeding. In one month, she was no longer producing any milk, so the blonde doctor assumed once Isabella's memory was back, she would remember about her child.
"I guess we did some good progress today." She lifted her green eyes up.
"We did?" Jordan didn't see any, but if Veronesi was saying…
"Yes." She nodded "We're done for today."
"Ok." Jordan agreed standing up. No point on trying to make those sections any longer or worse, any painful.
"Ciao, Isabella."
"Ciao." Jordan smiled politely and exited the room.

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"How did it go?" Paolo asked when he saw the therapist at the coffee room.
"She impressed me today." Guilia Veronesi stated.
"You're joking."
"No!" she shook her head. "She said he drinks whiskey alone."
"And who's 'he'?"
"Isabella doesn't know either. But I'm happy with whatever I can get by this point." Veronesi sat down "Isabella is also very intelligent."
"I know." Paolo nodded. "Any headaches today?"
"No. Instead of being loaded with questions, Isabella suggested we analyzed her case from an outsider's perspective."
"She's good at that."
"How do you know?"
"We played Clue the other day." Paolo said trying to make it sound like an ordinary thing.
"Ah…" The simple expression from the doctor, speak a thousand words
"Don't analyze me." He warned her playfully.
"Ok. Isabella is really good at that. I'm starting to think she might work with the police or something like that."
Paolo took a sip of his coffee without taking his eyes from Guilia Veronesi. Isabella was an interesting subject.
"She asked me about the eye witnesses, her medical charge…"
"Wait, you didn't tell her…"
"No! God, no. We're not saying a word about until we find this child." The blonde stated. "When are you discharging Isabella?"
"Looking forward?" Paolo asked ironically.
"You should have discharged her about a week ago." She pointed out.
"I'm a little worried about that. Where would she go?"
"That's what you're worried about?" Veronesi raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Of course." Paolo answered quickly "What else would it be?"
"You won't see her everyday." The therapist pointed out.
"That's…"
"You named her Isabella, you have lunch with her everyday ever since she woke up, and you have spent free time around the hospital. Segreti, do really want me to believe you don't care about her?"
"Same way I care about any other patient." Paolo answered. Again, quickly.
"First: I'm blonde, but I'm not an idiot. Second: once she's not your patient, it's not unethical to get involved with her."
"I'm not…"
"Yes, I know. You're not thinking about it." She exited the room before he could try to defend himself.
"I… I don't like her." Paolo sat back on the couch frustrated. Why couldn't Veronesi believe him?

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"Hi, Daddy!" Lily smiled at him as she walked into his apartment with Caterina.
"Hey, girls!" Woody smiled back while he packed some things.
"We had a good time at the park, thanks for asking." Lily said ironically and suspicious.
"Thanks for taking Cate on your day off." Woody stopped and took his daughter from Lily's arms "Were you a good girl, sweetie?" he smiled at the baby.
"A perfect angel." Lily answered.
"Lily, I can't thank you enough for all you did since I got back from Italy. Answering those midnight calls, dirty dippers, going to the park, staying over." Woody enumerated. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
"You would have figured it out." Lily smiled "Don't take me on the wrong way, but… Why are you all sentimental?"
"I'm off to Italy." He answered quickly.
"What!"
"Phone calls are taking us to dead ends. I can't sit back and wait for Jordan to magically show up."
"Good point." Lily sighed. "We're gonna miss Caterina so much." She played with the baby "When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"When are you coming back?"
"I don't know." Woody stared the floor for a second before looking back into her grayish-blue eyes.
Woody and Lily had been friends ever since he came to Boston, but they had grew a lot closer after he came back with Caterina. Woody was pretty clueless when it came to taking care of a baby. He didn't know how to change a dipper.

(Flash back)

Lily couldn't help laughing at the sight. Woody was holding Caterina away from him with a disgusted expression on his face. He lied the baby down at the autopsy table and scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. He opened the dipper and sighed heavily.
"Cate, baby, why do you put me through this?" Woody asked his daughter. Caterina was far more interested on her hands than on her father.
"Want some help?" Lily pushed the door and walked into the autopsy room.
"Please!" Woody begged.
"If Garret finds out you've been changing dippers on an autopsy table, he'll kill you." Lily warned.
"I always thought I could handle a baby." Woody sighed taking a step to the side so Lily could do the 'dirty work'.
"It's not as hard as it seems. And you're a newbie." Lily picked the tissue box and started cleaning the baby's butt "Isn't that right, Catie?" she smiled at the baby.
Caterina smiled back and stretched her hands to take Lily's blond hair.
"So, take the tissue, clean, get rid of the dirty dipper" she lifted Caterina gently by her ankles removing the dirty dipper "get a new one" she placed the clean dipper and let the baby down "cute band is the front" she pointed out. May seem pathetic, but people tend to wonder what's the front and what's the back of a dipper. "Attach it and you're done." Lily finished and picked Caterina up.
"You make it sound so simple." Woody said amazed.
"Don't worry. Soon you'll be doing that with your eyes closed." Lily smiled at him assuring he would be a good parent. "Cate is adorable, but what is she doing here?"
"I couldn't find a babysitter and Caterina hates Lu." Woody told her.
Lily tried to hold back the laugh.
Woody rolled his eyes.
Lily laughed. She couldn't help thinking Jordan would be proud of her little girl for that.

And since Caterina would cry as loud as possible whenever Lu attempted to touch her, Lily's help became often required. The situation annoyed Lu deeply. She was jealous of Caterina, because the baby was the focus of all Woody's attention, and jealous of Lily, because she would make a much better stepmother than the blonde detective. Once the wedding was called off, Lily would spent more and more time with Caterina and, consequently, with Woody. Whenever he needed help, she was his first option.

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"I have good news." Paolo smiled at Jordan.
"The hospital changed the menu and now we're getting food that actually tastes good?"
"No." Paolo laughed "I'm discharging you by the end of the shift."
"Veronesi must be thrilled." She said ironically.
"Not that much. You're no longer my patient, but you're still Dr. Veronesi's one."
"Damn it!" she mocked.
"I was thinking and… uh…"
"You're cute when you're blushing." Jordan teased him.
"I'm not blushing. My house is big and you're gonna need a place to live, so you could move in with me." Paolo decided it was better to say it at once "For as long as you want."
"Are you sure that's ok?" Jordan said a little suspicion
"Absolutely." He nodded "I'm no longer your doctor and we get along well."
"Okay" Jordan said with an evil grin..."but you should be aware of all the things the people in the hospital are going to comment about!" Jordan laugh
"I already deal with ...and well is part of the game" He said mocking
"Alright …not I have too many options on this...but I'm really glad. Thanks Paolo" she smiled, that gorgeous smile.
"Ok…all ready. Take your stuff and we'll go home, Isabella"
"Bossy…"
"I'll be back in an hour" Paolo said and with that he crosses the door
Jordan starts to prepare her things, the few she have. Wondering how it would be live with her ex-doctor. She tell to her self the must be great, he was a caring man, funny, charming and handsome. Any other woman would be happy to be at her position and Jordan was. But in some part of her mind, something wasn't right…yes, she wants to leave the hospital, but something seems to be missing and not correct. She try to think a good reason and couldn't find it , but one questions remains in her mind, Why she still have the sensations color of the eyes of Paolo must be for another color? And why that simple fact make it feel so annoyed. She makes an effort for try to change the color: green, honey, dark green, blue….sea blue…
"Ouch!" Jordan strokes her head with her hand "Blue, sea blue…" she tried again...another hit of pain "Damn it! What the hell this means?" Jordan screamed in frustration, gazing out the window, looking to a light blue sea...