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I know this is an UBER short chapter but its only the beginning and its kind of like my Hearts are One story only BETTER

SO READ AND REVIEW :)

disclaimer: I don't own the mediator SADLY I'm not Meg, I only own the story plot

Chapter One: Stale Blood

I have always hated hospitals and this hospital was no exception. The stale smell of blood hanged in the air as the fluorescent lights flickered constantly . The vivid paintings on the white wash walls failed to make the bleak room the least bit blithe. The hammering of my heart in my chest was in unison with my pounding head. Time seemed to pass tormentingly slow as I endured what seemed like the most tedious, emotionally drained walk of my life.

"23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17," I muttered under my breath as I walked "16, 15...." I came to an immediate halt at 15. The black numbers were clearly visible on the door. My heart gave tremendous lurch and after taking a deep breath, I turned the door knob with shaking fingers. The door creaked open. I hesitated for a moment before entering the room.

The only furniture in the rectangle room was an occupied bed with a flimsy plastic chair to its left. The open window to the right of the bed gave you a breathtaking view of the car park. Yeah. The car park. Everyone just loves looking at parked cars. Yeah right. This irrelevant fact only held my attention for a split second as I turned my attention to the bed. Not that I had a specific fascination with beds or anything. No. It was who occupied the bed that made my heart clench as my insides received a tremendous blow. Not physical pain but emotional pain. I gasped. It couldn't be him but there was no mistaking the scar above his dark brow. The natural olive twinge to his skin that I loved was pale white.

As I stepped closer I noticed dark bruises under the thick lashes of his closed eyes. He lay there so still, so lifeless, if it wasn't for the small rise and fall of his chest I could have sworn he was dead. I couldn't look at the drip in his hand.

My breathing became hitched and ragged as I took in the scene before me. I slumped down into the chair beside the bed and took his hand in mine -the one without the drip- and lightly caressed it to my face. My vision became obscured as tears fell freely. The truth hit me hard. If Jesse wasn't dead yet it was only a matter of time.

OK so thats all for now DONT WORRY my next chapters are going to be LONGER PROMISE SO REVIEW IF YOU WANNA READ MORE AND IF YA HATE IT TELL ME so i can delete it and we can go on with our lifes okaly dokaly :P damn its good to be Back !

LOVE ALWAYS Nicole xxxx