Chapter 2
Mia POV
Well, this Suze girl certainly didn't seem to bad. When I had first seen her, in her designer clothes, I immediately thought, "Oh no, not another Lana," but she was really nice.
After hanging out with her for a little while, I went over to put my feet in the pool, and she was lagging behind me slightly. But the last thing I remember before blacking out was tripping and falling into the water.
Suze POV
Splash! I looked up to where Mia had just been standing, only instead there was no one and ripples in the water nearby.
"Mia!" I cried, and looked into the water. She was floating downward, apparently having had hit her head. Without thinking, I dove in after her. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to the surface. Lars pulled her out of the water the rest of the way, and onto the deck. A few people who realized what was happening had gathered around, whispering to themselves. Jesse, sensing my panic, appeared, looking concerned.
I leaned over, and performed mouth-to-mouth to her, trying to resuscitate her. After a few breaths, she began coughing and hacking. The audience around us breathed a collective sigh of relief, and dispersed, save Jesse, who knelt next to me. Mia's eyes fluttered open, registered on my, then slid to my right.
"Suze, what happened? And who's this?" Jesse and I exchanged surprised looks- Lars, seeing I had revived her, was a few yards away on a cell phone calling paramedics.
"C-can you see me?" Jesse asked tentatively.
"Of course I can. Now, can you please tell me what happened?" Mia asked, and began to sit up, only to cough a little more.
"Wait. You can see him?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes, I can see the guy right next to you. Why wouldn't I be able to do?" Mia asked impatiently.
"Well, miss, I'm... dead."
Mia POV
"Well, miss... I'm dead." What?
"Huh?" I asked intelligently.
"Jesse's a ghost... you shouldn't be able to see him," Suze said with a surprised look on her face. "I can only see him because I'm a mediator." A mediator? I was about to ask more questions when a troop of EMTs swooped down on me and strapped an oxygen mask on my face. They shoved Suze and actually walked through the other guy. I inhaled sharply. How was this possible?
Suze's POV
"How is this possible?" I asked Jesse as the swarm of EMTs carted Mia off.
"I don't know, querida... I think we need to talk to Father Dominic." I nodded, and I snuck off the property and we went to the Mission.
"Ah, hello, Susannah, Jesse. What brings you here today? And why on earth are you all wet, Susannah?" Father Dom greeted us upon our arrival. I had forgotten that I was soaking from diving into the pool.
"Father D, something happened... have you heard of Genovia?" I began hesitantly.
"Why, yes... a small country on the Mediterranean. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been assigned as the Princess's assistant at the resort, and she just... became a mediator."
"I beg your pardon, Susannah? What happened?"
"You see, Father," Jesse took over, "she had been over by the pool, she slipped and hit her head, and then Susannah pulled her out and woke her up, and then she could suddenly see me."
"Are you sure she couldn't see you before?" he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Positive. Jesse had been in there when she first came, and was hanging around for a little with us and she didn't notice at all, and she was way confused when we told her he was dead," I explained, and Father Dom appeared more baffled than ever. But then, a slight dawning appeared on his face.
"Susannah, how did you awaken the Princess?"
"Mouth-to-mouth," I said. "I totally didn't want to, but you know. I was the only one there to save the sole heir to Genovia."
"Hmm..." he said, but not in a puzzled way, more of a "I-think-I- figured-it-out" type of way.
"What, Father?" Jesse asked.
"Well, could it be possible that somehow, by, in a way, giving the Princess a little of her own life, the Mediator ability passed through them?" Jesse frowned in thought, and I considered this possibility.
"You mean, she like died, then I brought her back to life, and because I did that she's a mediator now?" I asked for clarification.
"Precisely. I'll have to ask my friend at the hospital whether it was apparent if she had died momentarily or not..." He got on the phone, and Jesse and I figured it was time to go. We headed back to the hotel, and I snuck in and up to find Mia's grandma, and found a frenzy of reporters.
"Suze? Suze! Over here!" Cara called. I hurried over. "What happened? And where have you been?"
"I- um- went to the hospital and tried to see how she was, but they wouldn't let me. She was heading over to the pool to stick her feet in and she slipped, hit her head, then fell in the water. I dragged her out, and gave her mouth to mouth, then a bunch of EMTs took her."
"Yes, she did; I saw the whole thing, but wasn't able to get there in time because of all the people," Lars confirmed. Cara was about to say something when I interrupted.
"Listen, do you think I could go see her? At the hospital?" I asked. Cara whispered to Lars, who made a quick call on his cell phone, then they nodded.
"Come on, get in the limo." I climbed in, and they zipped me off to Carmel Memorial Hospital.
Around the usually calm and at-ease hospital there were suddenly hordes of reporters. When they saw Lars, whom I assume they recognized as her bodyguard, they began yelling questions at him.
"Is the Princess dead?"
"What happened?"
"Was there any foul play involved?"
"What is Princess Mia's preference on guys: blonde or brown?"
I was hurried into the hospital, and taken up to her room, where it was much quieter, and the screams of the reporters where lessened to a slight whisper. In her room, Mia was sitting up, writing in her notebook.
"Mia?" I asked. She looked up, and looked almost relieved.
"Suze! I need to talk to you." She gave a meaningful look to Lars, who left and closed the door. However, I saw his strong outline through the shower-glass like windows. "What on earth is up with what happened?" She asked. I sighed.
"Okay, let me explain something. I am what is called a mediator. I see dead people, please excuse the clichéd line. You see, my job is to help these ghosts move on, after they die."
"Everyone who dies gets stuck here, and you have to get them all to heaven or hell or wherever else people go?"
"No, thank God. Only the people who have 'unfinished business.' That guys, who was with me? He's a ghost, who used to haunt my bedroom." Her eyes widened. "He's also sort of my boyfriend." Her eyes widened bigger. "But he doesn't... stay... in my room anymore." Her hugely widened eyes narrowed to normal size. "He's been dead for about 150 years, but we still don't know why he's here. But I'm getting off topic. You've never been able to see ghosts before this have you?" I asked. She shook her head, only to wince and hold her temples for a second before responding.
"I don't think so... I mean, I never realized I did. Was your boyfriend hanging out with us before I fell in the water, or hit my head, or whatever happened?"
"Yea... you hadn't seen him before you woke up?" She shook her head. "Well, the principal of my school is a mediator, too, and I just talked to him. He thinks that you had died momentarily-" eyes widen again "-and that when I gave you mouth-to-mouth to wake you up, my mediator abilities came along with air... he said it much more poetically, however."
"I died?" She squeaked.
"Well, yeah. But you're alive now, and that's good, right?" The phone to her room rang, and she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh, hey Michael- yea. Don't worry, I'm alright. Yes, I'm sure. I know... oh, I wish you could... that would be awesome! Listen, Michael, I've got to go. I'll call you back, alright? I love you too." She hung up, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
"Who was that?" I asked. She blushed.
"My boyfriend, Michael. He heard what happened on the news, and wanted to check on me. I think he might be flying out here tomorrow!" She sounded excited.
"Awesome. But listen, do you have any clue when you're getting out of here? 'Cos I need to get you to talk to Father Dom- he's the principal at my school"
"They said they just want to monitor me over night, then I'll be let out tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Listen, I'll see you tomorrow then, ok? I've got to get back to the hotel before they fire me." Mia nodded and waved as I walked out of her hospital room.
A/N: I hope you like it so far... its kind of boring, and I'm not entirely sure where I want to go with the plot of having mia be a mediator. Review and give me suggestions, if you so choose!
Mia POV
Well, this Suze girl certainly didn't seem to bad. When I had first seen her, in her designer clothes, I immediately thought, "Oh no, not another Lana," but she was really nice.
After hanging out with her for a little while, I went over to put my feet in the pool, and she was lagging behind me slightly. But the last thing I remember before blacking out was tripping and falling into the water.
Suze POV
Splash! I looked up to where Mia had just been standing, only instead there was no one and ripples in the water nearby.
"Mia!" I cried, and looked into the water. She was floating downward, apparently having had hit her head. Without thinking, I dove in after her. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to the surface. Lars pulled her out of the water the rest of the way, and onto the deck. A few people who realized what was happening had gathered around, whispering to themselves. Jesse, sensing my panic, appeared, looking concerned.
I leaned over, and performed mouth-to-mouth to her, trying to resuscitate her. After a few breaths, she began coughing and hacking. The audience around us breathed a collective sigh of relief, and dispersed, save Jesse, who knelt next to me. Mia's eyes fluttered open, registered on my, then slid to my right.
"Suze, what happened? And who's this?" Jesse and I exchanged surprised looks- Lars, seeing I had revived her, was a few yards away on a cell phone calling paramedics.
"C-can you see me?" Jesse asked tentatively.
"Of course I can. Now, can you please tell me what happened?" Mia asked, and began to sit up, only to cough a little more.
"Wait. You can see him?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes, I can see the guy right next to you. Why wouldn't I be able to do?" Mia asked impatiently.
"Well, miss, I'm... dead."
Mia POV
"Well, miss... I'm dead." What?
"Huh?" I asked intelligently.
"Jesse's a ghost... you shouldn't be able to see him," Suze said with a surprised look on her face. "I can only see him because I'm a mediator." A mediator? I was about to ask more questions when a troop of EMTs swooped down on me and strapped an oxygen mask on my face. They shoved Suze and actually walked through the other guy. I inhaled sharply. How was this possible?
Suze's POV
"How is this possible?" I asked Jesse as the swarm of EMTs carted Mia off.
"I don't know, querida... I think we need to talk to Father Dominic." I nodded, and I snuck off the property and we went to the Mission.
"Ah, hello, Susannah, Jesse. What brings you here today? And why on earth are you all wet, Susannah?" Father Dom greeted us upon our arrival. I had forgotten that I was soaking from diving into the pool.
"Father D, something happened... have you heard of Genovia?" I began hesitantly.
"Why, yes... a small country on the Mediterranean. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been assigned as the Princess's assistant at the resort, and she just... became a mediator."
"I beg your pardon, Susannah? What happened?"
"You see, Father," Jesse took over, "she had been over by the pool, she slipped and hit her head, and then Susannah pulled her out and woke her up, and then she could suddenly see me."
"Are you sure she couldn't see you before?" he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Positive. Jesse had been in there when she first came, and was hanging around for a little with us and she didn't notice at all, and she was way confused when we told her he was dead," I explained, and Father Dom appeared more baffled than ever. But then, a slight dawning appeared on his face.
"Susannah, how did you awaken the Princess?"
"Mouth-to-mouth," I said. "I totally didn't want to, but you know. I was the only one there to save the sole heir to Genovia."
"Hmm..." he said, but not in a puzzled way, more of a "I-think-I- figured-it-out" type of way.
"What, Father?" Jesse asked.
"Well, could it be possible that somehow, by, in a way, giving the Princess a little of her own life, the Mediator ability passed through them?" Jesse frowned in thought, and I considered this possibility.
"You mean, she like died, then I brought her back to life, and because I did that she's a mediator now?" I asked for clarification.
"Precisely. I'll have to ask my friend at the hospital whether it was apparent if she had died momentarily or not..." He got on the phone, and Jesse and I figured it was time to go. We headed back to the hotel, and I snuck in and up to find Mia's grandma, and found a frenzy of reporters.
"Suze? Suze! Over here!" Cara called. I hurried over. "What happened? And where have you been?"
"I- um- went to the hospital and tried to see how she was, but they wouldn't let me. She was heading over to the pool to stick her feet in and she slipped, hit her head, then fell in the water. I dragged her out, and gave her mouth to mouth, then a bunch of EMTs took her."
"Yes, she did; I saw the whole thing, but wasn't able to get there in time because of all the people," Lars confirmed. Cara was about to say something when I interrupted.
"Listen, do you think I could go see her? At the hospital?" I asked. Cara whispered to Lars, who made a quick call on his cell phone, then they nodded.
"Come on, get in the limo." I climbed in, and they zipped me off to Carmel Memorial Hospital.
Around the usually calm and at-ease hospital there were suddenly hordes of reporters. When they saw Lars, whom I assume they recognized as her bodyguard, they began yelling questions at him.
"Is the Princess dead?"
"What happened?"
"Was there any foul play involved?"
"What is Princess Mia's preference on guys: blonde or brown?"
I was hurried into the hospital, and taken up to her room, where it was much quieter, and the screams of the reporters where lessened to a slight whisper. In her room, Mia was sitting up, writing in her notebook.
"Mia?" I asked. She looked up, and looked almost relieved.
"Suze! I need to talk to you." She gave a meaningful look to Lars, who left and closed the door. However, I saw his strong outline through the shower-glass like windows. "What on earth is up with what happened?" She asked. I sighed.
"Okay, let me explain something. I am what is called a mediator. I see dead people, please excuse the clichéd line. You see, my job is to help these ghosts move on, after they die."
"Everyone who dies gets stuck here, and you have to get them all to heaven or hell or wherever else people go?"
"No, thank God. Only the people who have 'unfinished business.' That guys, who was with me? He's a ghost, who used to haunt my bedroom." Her eyes widened. "He's also sort of my boyfriend." Her eyes widened bigger. "But he doesn't... stay... in my room anymore." Her hugely widened eyes narrowed to normal size. "He's been dead for about 150 years, but we still don't know why he's here. But I'm getting off topic. You've never been able to see ghosts before this have you?" I asked. She shook her head, only to wince and hold her temples for a second before responding.
"I don't think so... I mean, I never realized I did. Was your boyfriend hanging out with us before I fell in the water, or hit my head, or whatever happened?"
"Yea... you hadn't seen him before you woke up?" She shook her head. "Well, the principal of my school is a mediator, too, and I just talked to him. He thinks that you had died momentarily-" eyes widen again "-and that when I gave you mouth-to-mouth to wake you up, my mediator abilities came along with air... he said it much more poetically, however."
"I died?" She squeaked.
"Well, yeah. But you're alive now, and that's good, right?" The phone to her room rang, and she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh, hey Michael- yea. Don't worry, I'm alright. Yes, I'm sure. I know... oh, I wish you could... that would be awesome! Listen, Michael, I've got to go. I'll call you back, alright? I love you too." She hung up, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
"Who was that?" I asked. She blushed.
"My boyfriend, Michael. He heard what happened on the news, and wanted to check on me. I think he might be flying out here tomorrow!" She sounded excited.
"Awesome. But listen, do you have any clue when you're getting out of here? 'Cos I need to get you to talk to Father Dom- he's the principal at my school"
"They said they just want to monitor me over night, then I'll be let out tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Listen, I'll see you tomorrow then, ok? I've got to get back to the hotel before they fire me." Mia nodded and waved as I walked out of her hospital room.
A/N: I hope you like it so far... its kind of boring, and I'm not entirely sure where I want to go with the plot of having mia be a mediator. Review and give me suggestions, if you so choose!