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Fuzzy Vizit

I opened my eyes slowly. Then I started panicking. I was in the hospital! Where was everybody? Why am I here? What happened to me? So many questions but no answers. Then to my relief, Jesse entered the room.

"You do not know how happy I am to see you right now. I thought—"

"Susannah! Are you alright? I was worried sick! You know, it wasn't that easy getting past the front desk. That..."

Then I totally blocked him out. Enough with his problems, what about me?

Then right after Jesse finished his speech of "horrendous troubles", a nurse came in to tell him his visiting time was over.

Great. I got a chance to see my boyfriend and turns out he just visits me to tell me his problems.

What a rip off.

"1 more minute, please? It won't take longs" pleaded Jesse.

The nurse nodded and closed the door.

"Oh querida, I apologize for not paying attention to you during the drive home. I—"

"HOME? Oh sure, you were going to take me home. Like if the way home is where—"

Jesse cut me off by kissing me. I put my arms around his neck and responded his kisses with my tongue. When Jesse's lips are on mine, it's impossible to think about anything except how those lips make me feel; desired, pleasured. Ok, I have to admit, when it comes to kissing, I don't usually get in first place, but what the heck. All this guy has to do is cover my mouth with his and it's like fireworks are going berserk. But then Jesse usually forgets about his 19th century manners and ends up touching me somewhere else.

But of course he couldn't do that. Not only because he remembers about his "gentlemanly ways" but because we were in the hospital. The nurse would probably freak if she saw somebody making out with a patient. Plus, everything hurts.

Jesse slowly got off me and said three words that I have been longing to hear.

"I love you."

The nurse came into the room and said, "I'm sorry sir but you must leave."

Jesse nodded and hugged me tightly; which I must tell you hurt a lot.

"Susannah Simon I presume?"

"Yep" I replied. What else could I say, 'yes siree'?

"Okay then. Do you need me to get anything for you?"

"Um...no, I'm fine. But could you at least tell me what the hell is going on?"

"You fainted. I think your boyfriend noticed that you weren't responding to him and sooner or later found out that something happened to you. So since you guys were already at an accident, he got you in one of the ambulances as fast as he could."

Aw. How sweet, NOT. All that pleading for nothing? Was he wearing ear plugs?

"Thank you," was all I could say.

As the nurse reached for the door, I suddenly remembered what was in the rearview mirror. PAUL!

"Wait!"

She stopped in tracks. "Is there a problem ma'am?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Is there by any chance someone in this hospital with the name Paul Slater?"

The nurse looked at her clipboard, flipped up some papers, and then all of a sudden, began to cry. It was creepy.

"Yessniff there is.sniff But unfortunately, he wasn't sniff able tosniff live!" she bawled.

"Um... you can leave if you want now."

As soon as the nurse left, I started calling Paul.

Then to my surprise, he popped right up.

"Hi."

"What?"

"Hi?...An American greeting?"

"No. I know what 'hi' means, I'm not retarded. But aren't you going to lecture me or something?"

"Why bother?"

I shrugged.

"Lock the door."

"Why?"

"Just lock the damn door Paul!"

"Okay, okay. Geez."

He used his levitation powers to lock it and as soon as I heard the click, I took in a lot of air and started screaming.

"You know, if it weren't for you, I would be home right now eating REAL food! But no! I got to be stuck in this bland white room eating crappy, bland food that taste like freezer!"

"Well Suze, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm really sorry. I mean it."

Whoa, that's new. Paul saying sorry and actually meaning it, I mean.

As soon as Paul saw the expression on my face, he said, "I know, weird."

"So," I said as I was fiddling with my fingers, looking down, "How? Did you die, I mean."

"It started right after the Winter Formal. I was taking Kelly home until she wanted me to go in her house with her. So I just did then told her I had to go home. So I was driving home but then everything all of a sudden, blacked out."

"Wow." I said sarcastically. "Very...detailed."

Paul just shrugged, sadly.

"Do you know who or what killed you?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I was killed by a who and a what."

"But wouldn't you be dead if you were killed by a who or a what already?"

"Well not really. It depends on what the what or who is."

"But what kind of what or who can do that?"

"Well, that depends on how the who or what's ability is powerful enough or not."

"Ow."

My shoulders started to hurt so I lay back down.

"Can we talk about this later? You know what? I'll call you."

If we kept that conversation up, I might need brain surgery.

Paul nodded and started to fade out.

"Paul! Wait!"

Paul stopped fading and said, "Yeah?" as he came towards me.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him

(A/N)- What do you think? Sorry it took so long to update. Next chappy will explain everything. Well not if it is going to be a PS story or a JS story, but you know... I still need help you guys. PS or JS? R&R!