Hey. So, I tried to get this chapter done Saturday, but it seemed to go on for quite awhile (I even had to cut it in half and rework the ending), plus I'm petsitting, so I have even less time to work on stuff!

So, notes. Um... oh! The things I reference in here, I don't mean any offense to anyone and I'm sorry if I'm mistaken on something, but I kind of just googled/wiki'ed what I was looking for... And obviously I'm not associated with anything that anyone recognizes, just to clarify :D

If anyone is interested, I've started posting my 4th (or 3rd, depending on which timeline you're on) story for my Miss March series. Hopefully this will encourage, not distract, me to complete this fic sooner.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 38

The doctor raised the bed and said, "Alright Shawn, I'm going to give you three words to remember. Baseball, Bahamas, and billygoat."

"Those are so random."

"Yes, but they all start with the letter B so it would be a little easier to remember. Now repeat them back to me."

"*sigh* Fine. The billygoats play baseball in the Bahamas."

"Very good. The first set of questions is fairly easy but answer them anyways. Name?"

"Shawn Spencer."

"Age?"

"31."

"Hometown?"

"Santa Barbara."

"Current job position?"

"Head psychic for the SBPD and co-owner of the private detective agency Psych."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yep. Just ask my father."

"Moving on. I would be surprised if you knew today's date but what's the last date you remember?"

Shawn frowned as he thought. The days he spent with Carlton were beginning to blur; but if he remembered correctly, today was... "Saturday." Shawn whispered.

"I'm sorry?"

"Today is Saturday. I was found Wednesday and I was last seen the Tuesday before that."

The doctor looked at him in shock. "How did you know that?"

"I told you I was a psychic."

"Psychic my ass." Shawn looked around the room and spotted Carlton leaning against the wall. Shawn grinned and was about to ask Carlton what he was doing there when he noticed that Carlton was a bit blurry. With a sigh, he realized that Carlton wasn't really there, or at least in the same sense that Shawn himself wasn't really there the past week.

"Shawn?" The doctor asked.

Carlton shook his head and said, "Stop looking at me and pay attention to the doctor. Or else he might think that you're crazy, if he doesn't already."

Shawn looked back at the doctor. "Sorry, the spirits can be very distracting." He grinned as he heard Carlton groan. "Although, today could be Sunday. The spirits aren't being clear on what time it is, other then it being dark out."

The doctor looked confused but nodded, "It's still Saturday. Okay, your long-term memory seems fine. Now, how do you feel? Not just overall, but does anything feel odd or are you in pain?"

Shawn shrugged. "You know how after your leg or arm falls asleep and you try to walk or move and you get this weird tingling sensation?"

The doctor smirked. "Yes."

"Well, it's kind of like that, only all over with some parts being a bit painful. Plus I can't seem to move anything. I think the meds are wearing off."

"We had to disconnect your IV for about an hour and a half while we figured out what happened. The new meds should kick in soon."

"When can I go see Lassie?" Shawn asked as he looked back over at Carlton. He could make out the agitated look Carlton was wearing as well as the bullet hole in his outfit. Shawn thought that it was a little weird that Carlton even had on clothes. Why would a spirit even need clothes, except maybe to keep people from being freaked out by a naked ghost. Although, Shawn's mind was having fun just imagining what he looked like under the clothes, minus the bullet hole of course…

"Shawn?"

"Spencer! You're drooling."

Shawn looked up to see Carlton glaring at him. Blushing, Shawn turned back to the doctor. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Since I don't know the condition of your friend, I wouldn't be able to sanction a visit. Besides, I want to wait a few days before letting you travel, even with a gurney. I'm sorry."

Shawn looked back at Carlton, who shrugged. "I'm okay, for now. Out of surgery but still in critical condition."

"I understand." Shawn sighed. "Are we done here?"

"Almost. Can you tell me those three words I had you memorize?"

Shawn frowned as he thought. They were on the tip of his tongue. Something to do with the letter b. Or maybe it was p? V? No, that wasn't right. With a sigh, he shook his head.

"That's okay Shawn. I'm going to schedule another brain scan for the morning since you seem to be having trouble concentrating."

"You do that. Oh, when do I get some food? I really want some pineapple."

"Unfortunately, you still have a feeding tube which won't be taken out until tomorrow. So you probably won't get any food until lunchtime tomorrow and then you will be on the BRAT diet."

"Hey! I take great offense to that!"

Carlton snorted as the doctor looked confused. "I'm sorry?" The doctor asked.

Shawn sighed, "The joke isn't as funny when you have to explain it."

"Oh-kay. Any other questions?"

"Nope. Wait! Can I get a clock in here? It's very disconcerting to wake up and not know what time it is, especially if you haven't exactly been with it for over a week."

The doctor smiled, "I'll ask the nurses and see if they can find one for you."

"Thanks doc!" Shawn smiled as he saw Carlton shake his head.

"Alright. I go off shift in about 40 minutes…"

"Which is…when exactly?"

"9 o'clock."

"Oh, okay."

"And I will be back around 10am tomorrow to check on you. But in the meantime, let the nurses know if you need anything and they will notify the on-call doctor if needed."

"Alright." Shawn kept looking between the doctor and Carlton, waiting for the doctor to leave so he could ask Carlton questions.

"Good night Shawn." The doctor smiled as he left the room.

As the door shut, Shawn asked, "Lassie! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Like I should know? You're the one who started all this crap."

"I started it? Dude, it was Eli and Gabriel who started it!"

"I assume you mean Joe and Dave? Who the hell are Eli and Gabriel?"

"You know, the guys from Xena and Marvel comic books." Shawn yawned. "Famous Exorcists."

Carlton shook his head. "Why do I even bother?"

"Because you wuv me?" Shawn gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Hell no!" Carlton crossed his arms. "I don't love immature, annoying pain-in-the-asses."

"Why not? We're the best kind! Scratch that. I don't want you finding another immature pain-in-the-ass."

"You forgot annoying."

"Nope. If you don't go for me, then you at least need someone to annoy you." Shawn grinned as Carlton fumed.

When Shawn's grin turned into another yawn and his eyelids started drooping, Carlton shook his head. "You should get some sleep."

"Naah. Not until I find out about you." Shawn mumbled sleepily as he felt the medicine finally kicking in.

"I told you, I'm still alive."

"Yeah, but will you still be alive in the morning?"

Shawn and Carlton stared right at each other for a few seconds before Carlton blinked and said, "I don't know, but I'll try."

Shawn slowly nodded, "Okay."

"Go to sleep, you'll need it."

"Since when did you care about me?"

Carlton shrugged, "You're apart of my team and I care about everyone on my team, including Guster."

Shawn laughed as he tried to get comfortable. "I'll be sure to let Gus know that you have feelings for him."

"I didn't say that."

"Eh, eye of the beloved and whatnot." Shawn closed his eyes.

"It's eye of the beholder, you idiot."

"I've heard it… both…ways." Shawn mumbled as he felt himself going under. Before he was completely asleep, he could have sworn he heard Carlton say, "I don't know what I would do without you."