Detour to Los Angeles

[jordan_mcevans]

Jordan walked the perimeter of the cemetery slowly, maybe not such a good idea at night all alone. Though he was willing to take the risk. Tonight was one of those times. A visit to catch up, his own form of therapy in a way that allowed him to dwell on hard times as well as the good ones. Now, he was growing nearer to his destination and he

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[jordan_mcevans]

Wow, that's interesting. And quite painful. My head really hurts and my spine and okay, ow. Maybe moving isn't such a great idea. I don't even remember how I got here. Guess I drove. Or someone drove me. I can't remember. But there's a voice. "Yeah," I answer quietly, my voice muffled by the floor.

[jordan_mcevans]

Taffy's voice. I'm outside, must be on the porch. I do as I'm told and I open my eyes slowly, wincing slightly as her hand comes in contact with a bruise on my head. "Hey," I manage to say, my own voice raspy from waking up.

[jordan_mcevans]

How is it that she still makes me all smiley when it feels like my skull was hit by a bulldozer? "Mmhmm. That's all I need." I tell her. "Well, cept maybe a few x-rays and other stuff."

[jordan_mcevans]

I'm about to tell her I love her when the medics scramble over to me and ask her to move away. I cringe, not because of my head this time but because I just hate ambulences and hospitals and all of it. Had to call one when I found him and it was just...I really don't like this at all. I want to go up to her apartment.

I answer their questions, telling them the problems and they get me on a stretcher quickly.

[jordan_mcevans]

I grin when I'm finally in the yucky hospital room. X-rays? Are very annoying. So are doctors. "Yup, they gave me some meds n' stuff. Working pretty well. And hey, I'm wearing a dress." I say, looking down at my new outfit.

[jordan_mcevans]

I shake my head with a laugh. Yeah, it's a fact. If she weren't here I'd be sulking big time. "C'mere," I say, scooting over on the bed and making room for her. Hospital rules be damned.

[jenny_mcevans]

Funny thing happens this morning. I get a call from a nurse at Sunnydale Memorial who decides to tell me oh yeah, Jordan's in the hospital. I am going to strangle him, he didn't call me...

"Jordan Michael McEvans, I know you're in there and if you give me some lame ass excuse as to why no one decided to tell me--"

I whip back the privacy curtain and he and Taffy are all snuggly on the bed. Oops. "Er, hey Taffy."

[jenny_mcevans]

I smile a little and sit down in the chair. "It's okay," I say in a calm voice. Then I turn to Jordan and it raises. "But you," I continue, pointing at Jor, "I should smack you. No note. No nothing!"

[jordan_mcevans]

I raise a hand in defense. "I'd appreciate it if you skipped the smacking. I'm sorry, okay? I'm fine. I have to stay here tonight for observation but then I'll be home." I tell Jen, wishing she wasn't so loud. These walls are thin.

[jordan_mcevans]

"I don't care? I spent a month doing nothing with myself because I didn't know what to do. And I sat there for hours in my room wondering what it must've been like for you and what you were feeling, Taffy. I was scared to death I would lose you because of what I did. I had no idea what was going to happen. You were gone, and all I wanted was to have you back so we could talk about it and build things back but you went, spelled yourself, and decided it was best to hook me up with Stefan instead." And now, I'm taking a breath. My head hurts again.

[jordan_mcevans]

Headache's back. A shot of pain runs through my head and I squeeze her hand instinctively until it's gone. "Stay with me." I tell her, more of a statement than a question. "I don't like hospitals."