Jesse:

Saturday, 10:35 am

When we reached the hospital none of us knew what to do. They just kept telling us to wait outside.

Yeah, right.

I watched through the glass obediently and saw that they still hadn't made any progress. She was lying motionless on the bed they put her on.

They took out paddles and tried to revive her numerous times. Finally I heard some beeping. I heaved a sigh of relief.

She was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

"Jesse?" asked the man.

"Yes," I answered.

I hadn't written down my last name. People tend to think you're crazy when you say you are a very ancient dead guy.

"And what is your relation?" the man asked.

Paul and Father Dominic were waiting patiently behind me.

"I am her brother," I lied. I knew that boyfriends didn't exactly get the same privileges as direct family did. The doctor didn't even bother to notice that I was hispanic, unlike Susannah.

"Well I'm sorry but she isn't going to be alright," he said suddenly.

I could feel my face crumble. "What? Didn't you revive her?" I asked.

"Well… mostly. It turns out she is actually a comatose patient. I am so very sorry." He said quickly. Then, as if he had other things to do, he ran off down the hallway.

The nurses and doctors quickly filed out of the room, just leaving Susannah's body. They hadn't seen her spirit since the ambulance had arrived. That also worried me.

"I'm going to go in," I told Paul and Father Dom, "Do you think I could talk to her alone?"

I wasn't all that worried because when Susannah showed up all she has to do is touch her body and she is out of the coma. Well, that is if she shows up.

I grabbed the handle on the door and opened it a crack. Suddenly a strong hand came and slammed the door shut.

Startled, I turned to find myself standing face to face with Jake, Susannah's real brother. His face was red with a combination of worry and fury. David and Brad, her other brothers, stood behind him.

"What happened?" Jake asked coldly.

"She was struck by lightning." Jesse answered. That much was certain. I still had the long nerve-wracking explanation on why she was on the roof in the first place. Maybe he would say he didn't know. That would be easy enough.

"You should go home. You're not needed here," Jake said through gritted teeth.

"I have as any a right to be here as you do."

Before I knew it he had a hand out to punch me. Luckily my ghost years did give me some reflexes so I caught his fist in my hand before it connected with my jaw.

I didn't have to speak with her body. I needed to find her spirit. I walked off in a huff, not bothering to tell them that she is in a coma.

Now all I have to do is find her spirit and get her to touch her body. They would collide and then everything would be back to normal. Right? Hopefully? Yes. It'll all be fine. I just have to find a ghost that probably doesn't want to be found...that's all...