We waited for what seemed like days inside the hospital. Either going to sit with Father D or just plain standing around and getting worried. Being in a coma, it followed that he couldn't hear what was going on around him either. But Jesse said that sometimes hearing can be the last sense to go. And me being the obsessed freak that I am, brought in tonnes of CD's for him to listen to. I'd never seen a more perfect opportunity to get the old guy into Eminem. But if he could hear it he didn't show any sign. His stats remained the same as usual. And let's just say I refused to leave his side. Ever. That is until my mom came up with the bright idea about my going to visit Jesse's new apartment.
She'd previously banned me from stepping foot in his home. For reasons I didn't quite understand. I mean, she knows Jesse. And she's well aware of the fact he won't lay a hand on me till we're married in the view of God. But I guess it's a mom thing.
So after Jesse reluctantly agreed –he has a huge problem about us being alone together for too long as well- we left. Jesse's car, although no Ferrari, was way better than mine. It had been the first thing he brought after he took the Job at the hospital. That and a new cat basket for Spike. It seems that the cat likes live Jesse just as much as his ghost. Its a-shame he never felt the same way about me.
"Susannah are you sure you are alright?" Jesse asked worriedly, concern evident in his dark eyes. I gave him a small smile.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking is all." I replied, trying not to give into the urge to lean over the gear-shift and kiss him. I settled for squeezing his hand affectionately. They'd be plenty of time for kissing later. I hoped.
"You don't seem fine. You've taken this much harder than most people."
"Father D is like a father to me. It's natural for me to be worried about him."
"You're mother says that you haven't been sleeping." He pressed turning his concerned gaze on me for a second. So much for safe driving.
I shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat. He had me there. I'd deliberately not told Jesse about the dreams. They'd been getting steadily worse for a while now. But what with the wedding and everything going on, I had somehow managed to push them to the back of my mind.
"You know that I've had a hard time since the time travelling. I guess the dreams are just a side-effect." I told him, in my calmest voice. I didn't want to turn this into a big issue.
I tried to stop myself from gasping at the beautiful beach-side apartments that Jesse was pulling into. Luckily Father D had managed to get him a discount on it because of his connexions with the owner. I had been kind of hoping he'd do the same for me. But now me and Jesse were going to be living together it didn't really matter all that much.
"But I thought you told me you were fine?" Jesse insisted obviously not ready to let the subject drop. I heaved a long sigh, before turning to get out of the car. Jesse's hand stopped me however. It wasn't painful, but it stopped me all the same.
"I am fine." I lied, as I swung back around to face him. He looked down at me doubtfully.
That's the problem with falling in love with someone. They know when you're lying. Which can get very annoying when you nick the last chocolate chip cookie and they instantly know it was you.
"You don't have to go through this alone. I want to help you." He told me, taking both my hands in his. I smiled a little at that. I loved Jesse so much.
"I know you do. But some times I just need to deal with stuff on my own. I'll be fine. I just need a little time." I replied sincerely.
"Susannah, I know we haven't talked about this since the accident…but…..I think we should respect your mothers' wishes. She's right. Nineteen is young to be getting married and……"
"You'd better not be backing out on me Jesse De Silva." I warned him playfully. I know that he means well and all, but sometimes his honour tests my patience. I grinned at him.
"I just don't want to alienate your mother. I know how much she means to you." He continued sadly.
"And she knows how much you mean to me. She's just playing the protective mom. She's fine with it really. She just wanted to be sure it's what I wanted." I informed him with a devilish grin.
"Are you sure?" he asked me warily. I rolled my eyes and leaned closer.
"Of course I am. Are you?"
But instead of answering he replied by pulling me forwards and kissing me. I slipped my arms around his neck as he pressed me against him. Which was of course the perfect answer.
Who needs words when you can communicate like this?