Summary: Upon returning home from the mountain, Jordan and the rest struggle to return to normal life. Jordan/Woody, some Nigel/Kate and Bug/Lily
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. But it sure is fun to pretend.:-)
Down From the Mountain
Chapter One: Sleeping It Off
"Jordan, calm down."
Woody sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. All he wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and sleep for a month. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen for a while.
While the helicopter ride off the mountain had been relatively uneventful, the hospital stay had been anything but. Lily had come in panicked, and instantly began fussing over Bug. Garret had been taken immediately into surgery for his internal bleeding, and Nigel was whisked away to get his arm stitched up. The rest of them had to endure the doctors' pokes and prods to make sure nothing was seriously wrong. Woody, Kate, and Bug had all been cleared. The doctors had wanted to run more tests on Jordan, however, because of her brain surgery.
Everyone waited around to make sure that Garret was all right. When he was pronounced stable by the doctors, and expected to make a full recovery, they were all relieved. Then Lily quickly escorted Bug out the doors, with plans to make him soup and ensure that he was well taken care of.
Nigel had looked at Kate then, but she made it absolutely clear that under no circumstances was he to fuss over her at all. That didn't stop her, however, from marching him straight home for a hot cup of tea.
The tests on Jordan came back fine, but the doctors wanted her to stay the night for observation just in case. Jordan was not happy about it, and she was making it known in typical Jordan fashion.
Hence, Woody was sitting by her bed, attempting to get her to relax so that she could get some rest.
"Woody, I will not calm down! I don't want to be here!" Jordan yelled at him.
"I know, Jordan. I know, but the doctors think that it would be best," he said sympathetically. "Listen…everyone is okay. Garret is going to be fine after a bit of rehab, Nigel's arm will be good as new in no time, and the rest of us are just a bit sick. You don't need to worry about anything."
"It's not that!" Jordan countered. "Okay, it is that…but it's more too."
Woody moved so that he was sitting on the bed with her. "What is it?"
"I want to go home! I don't want to stay in this stupid hospital with this stupid IV in my arm…I thought I wasn't ever going to go back home, and now I still can't!" At that, Jordan turned her head away and tried to push her feelings down.
Woody watched as all of Jordan's emotions took over. The stress of being on the mountain, thinking they were going to die, worrying about Garret, and everything else was taking it's toll. Gently, Woody pulled Jordan to his chest and started rubbing her back. He could feel her eyes squeezed tightly shut; she was trying not to cry in front of him.
"It's okay…Jordan, it's okay," he soothed. "You're going to get home…just a little bit later than you'd like. You just need to sleep now…you're too tired to do anything else."
Woody thought he heard a small sob come from Jordan, but then she said, "I can't sleep. I can't ever get comfortable in hospital beds."
Woody squeezed her a bit tighter, and then laid her back down. He kicked off his shoes and slid underneath the covers. He rolled Jordan over so that her head was on his chest, and kissed the top of her head. "How about now?" he asked.
Jordan snuggled closer to him. "It's better," she replied.
Woody stroked Jordan's hair until her breathing evened out, and then he too closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.