(Jordan)
When I got back early, I called the morgue; Lily told me that Garrett was at Boston General. When I got there, I asked the nurse were Garrett Macy's room was, she looked at me funny and said they had no patents by that name, I was all set to leave and call his cell to let him know I was in town when another nurse said "No Dr Macy's not a patent here, but he is visiting one, that cute Homicide Detective with the funny name." I got a really cold feeling in my pit of my stomach, and said "Detective Hoyt, Woody Hoyt?" She said yea. I almost demanded where he was, I figured he had gotten shot or something in the line of duty and was in the ICU, he was but it was the cancer floor, I really didn't think about it, I almost ran the whole way there, it was when I reached his floor and saw the name 'Cancer' that it sank in. I snuck a look at his chart when the nurse was distracted. Oh god, brain tumor, chemo had no positive effect, on a mix of experimental drugs. What, Garrett and I are his next of kin, what about his family… Family history said his mother died of cancer, when he was 4 damn it Woody why didn't you tell me?
I walked down to his room; I took several deep breaths hoping it will help. When I opened the door I couldn't stop the sharp in take of breath, he looks so small, and he's lost all the beautiful brown hair. I didn't even see Garrett at first, nor did I hear the question I could not have heard the question right, he sounded like he was mad I found out, but when he told me why. It made sense in Woody's noble chivalries mind; he believed that if he let me push him far enough away he believed I would forget him. He couldn't be farther from the truth, I need him, and I know he needs me. I love him, I have never said that to myself or to anyone, but I know I do. Now that I'm here I'm not going to leave. I walked up and took his hand; it's so cold and clammy. It was another shock, I'm so use to his hands being warm and dry, wither he's holding my hand or has it on my shoulder, or on the small of my back. I wipe his sweat covered forehead with my hand; I can sense more then see Garrett leave the room, leaving me alone with Woody. It was not until I felt the wetness on my arm that I realized I was crying. Damn it Woody you can't leave me now, we have so much invested in each other, and that you have ruined me for anyone else. If you die I might live but it will be a half life.
I stayed there for almost an hour before he woke up, he panicked, "Look mister, don't you ever keep something like this from me again, I need you in my life, I have plans to grow old and wrinkly with you, as we watch our grandchildren play in the backyard but so help me if you ever pull this kind of stunt on me again, I will kill you myself. I had to steal your chart to find out you had cancer, and that's after the nurse told me it was you here not Garrett. I know you think that by letting me push you away it would save me some pain, but what if I wanted… needed to go though that pain and be there for you. You have been there for me so many times why will you not let me return the favor. You need me as much as I need you… that's right you heard me I said I need you, so you can't leave me now, I need you to keep me from running. I need you to hold me." I was crying again by the time I had finished.
"You need me to hold you tighter… to not let you run, and I need you to, please don't leave me, I couldn't take it either." He said barely a whisper; I could see the tears in his eyes. I climbed in the bed with him he wrapped his free arm around me, as I careful of the wires wrapped my arms around him. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said "there is more where that came from later farm boy but you got to get better. We have a lot of time to make up for." He smiled as he went back to sleep which was more peaceful, I laid my head down and soon fell asleep myself. I knew it would be okay now, call it a gut feeling.
The End… for now?