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"What are you doing?" A hoarse voice whispered.
I turned slowly and looked to the hospital bed. She frowned at the lack of movement and seemingly lack of conscious life coming from the bed. Wiping a stray hair out of her eyes, she moved a few steps closer to the bed. Still there was no sign of Woody being awake.
"Why can't you finally at least TRY to trust someone totally, Jordan?" The voice said and this time she knew it wasn't Woody talking as she was standing right in front of him. The voice was familiar though.
"Dad?" She said in a whisper. "No it can't be you, you're not here." She said out loud in a shaky voice; laughing in spite of herself.
"No Jordan, I'm not but you need to listen to me. You need to trust Woody, Jordan. He said he loves you and I KNOW he means it. Jordan, sweetie, I hurt you and so did JD and the others but Woody's not them, Jordan. Woody's your best friend; Woody's been there for you when no one else was; Woody never gave up on you and I know that you've never given up on him before this Jordan, so why change that now? I know you love him Jord, everyone can see that, but you need to give him a chance; give you both a chance. He's not me Jordan."
I stood in shock. How could I be hearing my dad say any of this when I knew that he was not in the room; when he was not even in the same city? I didn't make any sense but I knew that it was my dad's voice and I wanted to believe him but I couldn't…could I? I had once before and look where that got me. How could I trust my dad was right when I didn't trust my dad full stop? "He's not me Jordan", now what was that supposed to mean?
Spinning away from Woody's bed again, I felt my cheeks get wet as I struggled with everything that I'd been told. This was not how it was meant to be. I was not meant to have fallen in love with Woody, Woody was not meant to get hurt and my dad…well he wasn't meant to speak so…so…truthfully. I heard a small growl and realised that it was from me. Angrily I started pushing the tears aside with my hands. It was meant to be so easy. Things were just meant to continue as they were. I didn't need this trouble. Woody and I were meant to stay just friends; we were meant to go for drinks and meals and just hang out like normal. This wasn't meant to happen.
I felt as though I should have been angry but turning to glance back at the bed, I just didn't have the strength to be angry. Leaning against the door, I slid my back down it and crumbled in a ball on the floor below the small window. My shoulders started shaking as I finally let go of what I had been holding onto for a long time.
Meanwhile, Bug, Lily, Nigel and Garret had left the hospital not at all worried about Woody. They all knew that Jordan was with him and they knew that that meant Woody was definitely going to heal. Heading to the pub, they pushed any thoughts of Woody to the back of their mind and any expectations of Jordan being at work for the next week or of even seeing Jordan for the next week.
Sorry about the long time before updating. Hopefully things will settle down and updating will become a weekly thing.
Naana
