Chapter Three:
Jordan walked back to her office to finish the usually tedious paperwork but found that it had suddenly become far more interesting.
It took her mind off of Woody and his rejection of her and instead planted it firmly on her work. Occupied by her work and determined to think of anything else, Jordan didn't notice that Lily had entered her office.
"Jordan, are you alright?" she asked gently, her concern obvious.
"Yeah, fine," she answered briskly.
"You sure? Nigel said that you were awfully quiet during autopsy."
"Look, Lily. I appreciate your concern but I'm fine," And with that statement Jordan walked out of the office and in the direction of the elevator leaving behind a very concerned and startled Lily.
She headed to the hospital, knowing that Woody would be in rehab and unable to comment on her impromptu visit. She just wanted to sit on bed and be comforted by the gently scent that lingered. Unfortunately, life was not going to be that kind.
"Um, excuse me, Miss," a nurse interrupted timidly, "What are you doing here? Mr. Hoyt is in rehab at the moment if you want to see him."
"No. Thanks. I'll, um, I'll just go." Jordan stood and made to leave.
"No, Miss. That's fine. I'm sure Mr. Hoyt would love some visitors. He hasn't had any for a few days."
"None?" she questioned, her heart aching at the thought of Woody being alone in a hospital.
"No dear. When he was brought in he had a group of visitors that stayed with him. Then he apparently told some beautiful brunette to 'go away' and since then everyone has stopped visiting. He's only had one visitor since and that's you."
Jordan immediately felt horrible. Woody had been all alone and it was all her fault. He had broken her heart and she had let the world see it. She made a vow that whatever happened she would hide it from everyone and make them promise not to take anything out on Woody. They were still his friends regardless of what he did or didn't do to Jordan.
"I'll just wait for him. What time does he finish?"
"Not for another hour. You're welcome to leave and come back."
Jordan shook her head and the nurse left, leaving her alone once more with her thoughts of how to not let Woody break her heart a second time. She vowed to be stronger, and to make him see from her point of view.
She needed to make him understand, she needed him to believe that she loved him. That she wanted a relationship with him, that she was ready for commitment, that she would not run.
How to make him see all this was beyond her comprehension at the present time, but she knew that she needed a plan, probably several; each different, each unique, each playing on a different emotion but all with the same general goal.
Each plan she came up with was flawed, crucially flawed. Not enough reason, too much reason, not enough emotion, too much emotion. Each had a critical flaw, one that would obviously be seen and noticed by Woody and her plan had to be flawless.
Her plan had to work, because if it didn't she wasn't sure she would survive. She wasn't sure she wanted to. However, before she could find another plan, Woody entered the room.
"Hello, Woody," she said quietly.
