Ch 10 Blood and The Deal

Updated 6/19/05

Hey people, sup, do you all like my story? Well, do you like the ending of the last chapter? Will Suze die? I don't know...well I do know just that if I told you how dumb is that? Sorry, that one reviewer, I'm going to keep Suze alive, for now...: D because I have plans for what's going to happen. Thanks a people. Sorry if there's no Spanish, it's because I'm too darn lazy to put any in, yeah, Jesse would be saying a lot of Spanish but, sigh, screw that, I'm TIRED! This chapter is kind of long so...yeah...nine pages on Microsoft Word! Not that long but still.

Dang...

Now,

Ch 10

Blood and the Deal

Jesse's POV

Susannah collapsed onto the car seats. I moved her head into my lap so that I could check on her. Brad quickly put the car into gear and sped away, us in the back swaying around dangerously.

I was staring at Susannah when all of a sudden her before, taut neck went limp on my lap. I checked her pulse.

"IT'S GETTING FAINT!" I yelled. This could not be happening...why didn't I protect her?

"Because you thought she was strong enough to fight, because you were a coward..." said someone. I looked around but only saw Brad honking his horn. I turned back to Susannah. She was dying and it was entirely my fault.

I felt her pulse again; it felt like a dying bird; it kept fluttering and it was getting fainter and fainter...

I touched her chest, seeing if her pulse was somehow inaccurate to her heartbeat. Her heartbeat was weaker.

It felt like forever but Brad finally made it to the hospital. I carried Susannah out and let Brad hold her. Then with care, we both ran to the emergency room with Susannah in Brad's arms.

Why didn't we call the police?

Brad went up to the clerk. "Lady? Listen, my sister is dying, get her to the emergency!" The woman looked up. "Okay, but I'll need you to sign in, your driver's license, your social security number, if you have parents- "

Brad grabbed the woman's scruff violently. "Listen, bitch, my sister's dying and all you can do is talk about my damn driver's license and my fuckin' social security number? Thanks to you, she could be DEAD!" and he went to the emergency area while the woman stared at Brad, appalled.

I glanced at Susannah's helpless body in Brad's arms (It helped that he was strong.); it was drenched in blood and she was still bleeding profusely.

This was the first time Brad seemed to care about Susannah just it happened to be a critical situation. He went to the nearest doctor and asked if he could help. We were both, actually Brad was desperately trying to get someone's attention. The doctor nodded and grabbed a gurney and he quickly laid Susannah on it and wheeled her away, while Brad and I tagging along behind.

All I could do was watch.

While the doctor listened to her heartbeat with something called a stethoscope, he kept asking health questions and recorded what Brad said on a clipboard.

"What's her name?" he asked, hooking up a clear tube to Susannah's hand and I saw liquid drip down slowly into the tube and he adjusted a knob painstakingly slow.

"I'm so glad your helping, uh, her name is...Susannah Acker-I mean Simon."

"What happened?"

"Uh..."-Susannah said she had an excuse but she never said what it was-"A robber came, yeah, that's it, a burglar dude came and hit the back of her head right here... kicked her in the crotch, then wham! Stabbed her chest and now she's bleeding a lot." Brad was starting to sound like his old self. He obviously turned off his "mediator" self.

"How long since this happened?" we were running down a long hall full of nurses, yelling and doctors. "Get me Dr. Lars!"

"Um, an hour I think?" Brad looked at the ground, avoiding my eyes. I was trying desperately to ask Brad a question.

"How old is she?" A nurse tagged behind us and pushed the gurney faster.

"Seventeen, I think, yeah, seventeen just last August I think."

"Does she have any chronic illnesses? Any allergies, anything?" We were in a room and the doctor was telling another doctor that he needed to stitch Susannah's chest. It didn't sound very pleasant but I hoped that Susannah would live.

"What about her physically? Is she matured? Does she have hair in other regions such as-"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Brad yelled. Another doctor came up to him.

"Sir, I'm afraid that you'll have to wait in the waiting room. We'll be right over when she's all good."

I didn't listen to the rest; I dematerialized and ended up in the waiting room.

I paced around recalling what happened when exhaustion filled my mind. I sat down on a vacated chair and looked around, trying to find something to take my mind off Susannah.

NO! Could this be happening?

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I let out a startled cry. It was Brad. He looked tired and drained.

"Well?" I asked, getting up to my feet. "IS Susannah alright?" Brad shook his head.

"We don't know. She's unconscious and she needs blood, you know her blood is the rarest, right?"

I shook my head. "What does that mean and have to do with this?"

Brad grabbed the nearest chair and sat in it. "Her blood type, AB negative? Only four percent of the world has that type of blood and she lost a lot of it. Because it's so rare and she NEEDS a blood transfusion, she doesn't have the blood. She NEEDS a blood transfusion, don't you get it? She might die unless we get the blood." He kept repeating. No, this is all a bad dream, I'll wake up, this is unreal...I thought modern science could do wonders!

I sank lower in my chair. "What do we do?"

Brad looked grim. "I hope she makes it to the party." He shook his head. "I don't know what type of blood I have but I hope it's that type. I'm going to give some blood."

He reached into a bag I just noticed was at his feet and took out a whole carton of ORANGE JUICE. He loosened the cap off and peeled off the plastic object on the hole and started drinking it down like a war refugee. He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand.

"When in doubt, get some orange juice. See Jesse, I don't know if I have that type of blood and I never donated blood before. I've never done drugs for a long time, I don't smoke, and I don't' have AIDS or diabetes." He slurped some more orange juice down, finished the carton and crushed it, got up and threw it out casually as if he finished liquid like that all the time. "Still, I don't know if I can. I'm not sure if I'm old enough or what not. They might be desperate enough for blood but still…only a few people on the Carmel area have her blood type!" He stood. "Come on, you can come with me, I'm kind of scared and later we can check out Suze."

I got up slowly.

"Can we see Susannah?" I asked quietly. I wanted to see her situation.

Brad shrugged. "Sure, be my guest. But she's in a coma and looks kind of bad. Go to room twelve, I'll just go see the dudes who draw my blood and check the stuff."

I ignored Brad and I rushed past him, eager and yet reluctant to see my querida. What if she's all right? What if she's dead?

I walked in the halls and came to room twelve. I tried to open the door. It was locked. I took a deep breath and walked through the door and almost collapsed.

There was my beautiful querida, put on a hospital bed. I saw 'ivy fluid' drop into a tube and into the inside of her elbow. They had cleaned up most of the blood but she still looked so…

vulnerable.

This was the last time I left things to Susannah. See! Look what happened! She claims she is strong but she isn't always invincible!

She was wearing a hospital gown and had all these tubes coming in and out of her. The sight was sickening. I heard the stabilized sound of the heart monitor and realized that her heart was under control. This brought me no comfort.

This was all my fault! All my estúpido fault! If I hadn't gotten lessons from Crissi, Susannah would not be here. Everything was so perfect until she came.

"Hi Jesse." A light, feminine voice. I whirled around.

It was Crissi. She was wearing all black and had her nose and tongue pierced. Her clothes were the least bit conservative; her shirt had a collar running all the way to her skirt and her skirt was extremely short and low on her waist. I felt myself flush slightly. Was this how Susannah would look if she cared to dress like that?

"YOU!" I yelled.

Crissi smiled coolly. "Yes, me, now can we make out?"

I didn't know what that meant but I didn't care, I was furious.

"This is your entire fault and you're not doing anything. Susannah is dying and it's your entire fault!" I stared at Crissi angrily and realized that although Crissi looked like Susannah, she was entirely different.

Crissi's smile broadened. "All I have to do,"-she gestured at the pole where the ivy fluid was-"is take out the needle and take Suze off the antibiotics and then your beloved 'querida' is dead, she might even go to heaven and leave you all alone." That-that...! She needed the transfusion in order to live! I realized.

I stared at querida's arm and noticed that the needle was sliding out of her skin...

K Diablo! "No! Stop!" I shouted. "Please, don't hurt her, don't harm my querida, I-" I sighed heavily. "What do you want from me in order to stop you hurting my querida?"

I noticed that Crissi was grinning now. "I want you," she pointed and staring at my lower region she said, "I want you to screw me. Then I'll leave you and Suzie alone."

My eyes widened. I was appalled. "What does, 'screw' mean?"

Crissi rolled her eyes. "Fuc me, let's have sex, stick you're penis in mine, whatever you freaks back when you were still alive said."

I didn't know what happened next. I remember thinking that I did not want to ruin Crissi's virginity (if she was a virgin, unlikely) and I only wanted to be Susannah's and the next thing I knew I had hit her. I've NEVER abused women before but this was absurd! She had asked for it, enticing my fist like a rattlesnake would its prey.

Crissi steadied herself and touched her nose with the back of her hand. Her nose was bleeding heavily. She looked at her hand and then angrily glowered at me. "You punched me!" she yelled. I stared at my fist, uncertain of what to do next. "I TOLD you not to mess with me!" she continued yelling. She was stepping closer. "Your 'querida's' now officially dead. I'm killing Suze and you can't stop me." She was right up to me, but she only came to my chest. "I'm giving you one last chance to save Suze." And then she kissed me. I quickly pushed her back and flung her across the room.

"I'm sorry; Crissi but I can't love you, I'm already 'taken'. No matter what you say, I don't believe anymore." I went to Susannah's side and pushed the needle in a little farther and looked over my shoulder at Crissi. She grinned, her nose still bleeding heavily, it dripping horribly.

"If that's what you want, okay. So be it. I'll be tough too." I noticed she was slowly unbuttoning the back of her shirt. "I'll be forceful and make you love me. This is going to be so exhilarating." She was on the last button when I dematerialized and came back behind her. I quickly buttoned up her shirt (at least I think it was called a shirt.) and using my mind, I opened the door and pushed her out, only to push her face-to-face with Susannah's mother, Mrs. Ackerman. Judging by the look on Mrs. Ackerman's face, she heard everything except what I said. Especially the part where Crissi was ranting on and on about killing Susannah.

"Crissi, you are coming with me." And pulling Crissi's arm, she lead her out. "Are you all right, sweetie? I'm just going to take you to see the therapist, you don't mind, do you, honey?"

I glanced at Crissi and saw her point her middle finger up and mouth, "I'll be back." Then she was gone.

How rude of a lady to do that.

I quickly went to Susannah's side and put her nail polished hand in mine. It looked small compared to mine. She was breathing heavily and looked irritated. I think she subconsciously heard what had happened... I brushed her hair out of her eyes. "I love you querida, I'll be back. Hold on. If I had the needed blood, I'd have given all of it to you, even my heart, with all the love I have for you, along with it." I kissed her fully on the lips and dematerialized and ended up in the waiting room.

It wasn't empty like I anticipated it to be, it was full.

There was David, Brad, Jake, and Andrew all waiting for news from Susannah's mom, who thank God, was busy dealing with Crissi who must have sounded odd talking to herself. I smiled inwardly.

Served the lady right.

Brad looked at me and mouthed, "What happened to mom?"

I said, "Tell them that you have to go out to get something." Brad nodded, asked his father if he could go out and left them all there.

I walked alongside Brad in the hospital. This was my first time in a hospital and it was very beautiful looking, all natural and didn't look like a facility where they cut innocent people up and stitched them back together.

"Well?" I asked after we stopped by a bench. I sat down. "Did you donate blood? Was it compatible?"

Brad looked grave and I understood what that meant. "No, it was AB positive. Damn! I'm a mediator and I should have the same blood type as another mediator. This makes no freaking sense. Dad's worried and so is everyone else. I told them it was a robber and they believed me."

As I heard Brad, realization sank in. "She's not just a mediator." I said, barely audible.

"What?" Brad asked sharply.

It Father Dominic couldn't be a donor, either; he was just a mediator...

I shook my head. I remembered the time when he was at her school, earlier last year... Susannah told me that Paul mentioned that she was a shifter, not just a mediator, a shifter... She went to his house and she even could shift... And that could only mean one thing that made me jealous... Someone I loath has the thing that my querida needs the most to survive. Not just a body, but blood, the handsome looks, the charm, and a heartbeat...

"Paul has the blood she needs." I whispered quietly.

"What?" Brad looked happy which caused my stomach to lurch. I didn't want Paul's blood in her veins! "What? Paul Slater? He has the blood? How do you know? How do you even KNOW about him? Is Suze making out with him and you watch or something?"

I told him and right in the middle of it, I heard someone.

Did someone call my name?" We both reeled around. It was Paul.

"Paul!" Brad exclaimed. "We need you. What type of blood do you have?"

I stared at Paul intently and muttered, "Mediocrity."

Then I visualized real images, Susannah in his room, Paul and his brother Jack, then Paul and Crissi talking in BED both, um..., Crissi saying that Paul had the blood and maybe if they hurt Susannah, he could make a deal and claim Susannah. Just the incident was an accident this time; it was too early for Paul to have a plan.

"Excel." I murmured and opened my eyes. Paul was walking towards me.

"I'll make a deal with you; I give the blood and if its right and Suze lives, she's mine and I can exorcise you, got it?"

I shook my head and looked at Paul. "No, you give the blood, when Susannah is feeling better, she chooses, done?" I thought Paul would dispute, instead he grinned.

"Fine," I had just made the worst mistake. I realized that Paul was going to hypnotize her, too late; we shook hands on it, both trying to break the other's fingers.

I won and ended up hurting Paul's fingers. He grimaced but then regained his posture.

"See you burn, de Silva."

I shrugged. "It's better than being stuck in hell for eternity."

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