"What are you doing here?" he asked, with an unidentifiable tone in his voice.

"I just came to see if you were okay. How are you dealing with rehab?"

"I don't need your support," he stated, ignoring her question.

"You might not think you do, but who else is going to come?"

"Cal," he said uncertainly, his non-belief evident.

"Where is he?" she asked, knowing he was lying.

"Uh, he just left," he said, starting to get nervous with her questioning.

"Really?" she asked, "then why did your nurse say you hadn't had any visitors?"

Knowing he had been caught, he changed the subject, "Why are you here?"

"I already told you. How's rehab?" she asked again.

Once again knowing that the subject was not going to be dropped, he answered, "Okay."

"Okay? That's it?" she asked incredulously.

"What do you want me to say? It hurt, it would have felt better to saw my damn legs off. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he stated angrily.

"I just want to know how you are. I want you to tell me the truth. That's all I want," Jordan said quietly, trying not to make this turn into a fight.

"It hurt, I can barely walk, I took a whole two steps! There, are you proud now? Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Yes," she paused, before continuing gently, "Do you want me to do anything? Get you anything?"

"No, you can go now," he responded dismissively.

"I'm not going. You can't stay in a hospital alone and stay sane."

"Like I'd stay sane with you. Jordan, go away?" he insulted.

"Why do you want me to go?"

"Because I don't want you here. Please Jordan, just go and leave me alone."

Hearing the tone in his voice, reluctantly Jordan left, looking back at the door once more. She paused and said quietly, "You can treat me as horribly as you want, but I still love you," and then she was gone.

Woody looked at her retreating back, shocked at what she just told him. He still believed that the feelings were pity-based, but hearing the words from Jordan's mouth was like a dream come true. He had waited five years, and now, he was the one pushing away, not her. It was cruel the way life had handled this, but he knew that to protect himself and her, he would have to push her away.

Still shocked by Woody's dismissal of her, Jordan walked down the corridor blindly. How could he think that she didn't love him? How could he think that she pitied him? She might be sorry about his injury, but she was not sorry for him. Determined to show him the depths of her emotions, she vowed to return each day until he believed her. Returning to the morgue, she threw herself into the work, still not talking unless necessary, regardless of the concerned glances of her co-workers.

"Jordan," Bug interrupted her train of thought, "What are you still doing here? It's 1:30 in the morning."

"Then why are you here?" she retorted.

"Making sure you're okay."

"I'm not offering it. We all care about you, Jordan. We don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm fine. Worried about Woody, and speaking of which, why haven't you guys visited him? He's your friend too."

"He's not our friend if he hurt you, Jordan."

"He didn't, therefore he's your friend. Just go visit him, he's lonely."

Bug nodded, patted her comfortingly on the shoulder and left.

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, two down, two to go, one to convince and one not to contact. She had successfully withdrawn from Bug, Lily. Nigel and Garret, as close as they were, were going to be harder. She still needed to convince Woody, but that would take a while. Meanwhile she had to make sure that Max wasn't and didn't get involved in this. Unfortunately for Jordan, Max was currently en route, to knock some sense into Woody.

Not knocking on the door or waiting for any indication he could enter, Max barged through the door and stood by Woody's bedside.

"Hello Max," Woody started, "Did Jordan send you?"

"No. She doesn't know I'm here. And as for Jordan, why are you trying so hard to push her away?"

"She doesn't want or need me. She pities me, and I don't need that."

"Woody, you know Jordan. Honestly, do you think she's pitying you or are you just afraid of what she's offering?"

"She thinks she loves me, Max. She doesn't. As soon as I get better, if I ever do, she'll be out the door faster than you can say 'Cavanaugh'."

"Woody, you're a good lad, but Jordan's got trust issues, major ones, and despite this she's willing to risk everything to be with you, only you. What does that tell you?"

"That she's an idiot. She shouldn't be strapped with someone who's incapable."

"She loves you, everything about you. Faults, weaknesses, paralysed or walking, all of you!" Max noticed Jordan heading down the hall, "Just think about it, Woody."

"Dad," Jordan asked, surprised, as she reached the room, "What are you doing here?"