A/N, this was the one that did not want to write itself out of the three-the first one wrote itself the easiest, then the second one, and now this one. Only because I promised three. :) May get one more one-shot in before I leave, depending on how late I stay up tonight.

He was awakened by the jostling making the pain in his side nearly unbearable. He groaned and opened his eyes to find himself staring at metal rivets, the inside of an ambulance. A face cut across his vision, one of the paramedics. He had seen the man before but he had no clue what his name was, he was just another man that dropped off the dead bodies.

"How you feeling doc?" The EMT asked him, and he shrugged slightly.

"Like I've been shot." The boy laughed.

"Sounds about right. Three times to be exact." He groaned again, as he shifted and hit one of the wounds. The EMT backed out of his field of vision and was replaced with another face, hers.

"You're not going to die on me, are you?" She asked, and he could see the worry on her face.

"No." He told her. She looked so scared, so downright terrified. "I'm not going to die." He told her, wishing it was true. The paramedics seemed to be doing a good job with him though. He wasn't going to die, he couldn't leave her alone in the world. She needed him.

She needed someone to lean on. She needed someone to love her, to hold her, to be with her, to stop her from collapsing on herself, she needed someone to be the ballast in her ship. And he was that person, the one that she counted on, that she depended on, that she turned to. And he wasn't going to stop being that person, he wasn't going to stop being at all.

"Good." She said, leaning over him, He felt her hand grasping his. "Don't die on me." She repeated. And he nodded.

"I'll try." He told her, grasping her hand tightly.

"You can't die, not now, not after-" She didn't say it, but he knew what she was referring to. Did it mean that she really did care for him, love him the same way she loved Woody? If she did, that was a reason to keep on fighting right there, a reason beyond all others.

He smiled at her, a sign of the way he was going to not back down. He wasn't going to leave without a fight, he was going to keep on going, keep on trucking as they say, if only because there was the chance that she loved him back. That was the only thing he needed to survive. It kept him going before, it was going to keep him going now.

He wasn't going to die. He was going to survive and love her, no matter what. Even if she went back to that farm boy, he was going to love her, if only because there was the chance that she loved him to. Not the chance, because she did love him. And he would keep fighting, if only for her.

They pulled up to the hospital, and she was forced to let go of him as they wheeled him inside, but she completely ignored the nurses telling her that she couldn't follow the stretcher, saying that she was a doctor too, and that she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. He smiled, that was his Jordan, that was the woman he loved, the fiery, all-others-be-damned woman who loved him.

The minutes that the doctors swarmed around him felt like hours as they sedated him, he knew what they were doing, he had gone through med school, he knew every little thing that would be done to him, and it comforted him as much as it scared him.

He saw her though, standing there, through the haze of the drugs, a worried look on her face. He wasn't going to die though, he couldn't. He was going to keep on going, he was going to keep on fighting, he wasn't going to go down, he couldn't die, just like he couldn't let her get hurt.

It was a long time before the doctors finally stepped away, leaving him alone, thinking him asleep. She sat down next to him, again, grasping his hand in hers. "I told you I wouldn't die." He said and she smiled, a bright smile of relief.

"Thank you." She said softly, relief etched into her face.

"For what?"

"For surviving." He grinned.

"All in the name of love." There was an uncertain look in her eyes as she bent over and gently kissed his forehead. "I love you." He said simply, the words easily rolled off his tongue even though he had bit them back for so long.

She was silent for a long time before she finally spoke. "I know." Was all she said, but he could see it in her eyes, she loved him, even if she wouldn't say it. And that was enough for him.