Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm Meg Cabot, and this is so mine. Really you ask? Sorry to disappoint you. I wish I was Meg Cabot!

A/N- This is post Haunted, so Jesse is still a ghost. I know, I know, he should be alive but for the purposes of my story, this is better.

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On to the story.

Jesse POV

When I heard Susannah groan, my heart sank. I knew she was in pain. Of course she was, she had just fallen out of a third story window. Or jumped, possibly.

I knew that she had taken the news about Slater hard, but so had I. I loved her. She loved me. We had finally gotten up the courage to tell each other. She was my girlfriend.

I looked over at where Slater was sitting, and scowled as I noted the concern he had in his eyes. He was the one who was taking Susannah away from me. I wanted to hit him, or at least yell, but I knew starting a fight with him in a hospital wouldn't be the brightest idea.

So I sat and stiffly watched Susannah.

I hoped she would wake up soon.

Suze POV

My head hurt so badly. I clutched the smooth white sheet laying over me, and groaned. I couldn't eve open my eyes. I could sense two presences in the room.

Two presences that I would know anywhere.

The first one was Jesse. I wanted so badly to be open my mouth and ask him what had happened. But my lips felt too heavy to part.

The second one was Paul. Paul was just about the last person I wanted to see right then. I didn't want to think of him. Him or our upcoming marriage. I tried to push that thought to the back of my head, and focus on opening my eyes.

When I first got my eyes open, the room spun around me.

Jesse and Paul noticed simultaneously and rushed to my side. They immediately started asking how I was, but I noticed a glint of hurt in Paul's eye. I wondered why. Not that it mattered.

"I'm fine." I told them. Jesse sat down the hospital bed and helped me sit up. He wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned my head into his chest.

"Get off of her De Silva." Paul snapped. His voice was so loud that it made my head split into another wave of pain. I tried and failed miserably to suppress a whimper.

"Shut up, she has a headache." Jesse said softly. He was always so observant like that.

Paul scowled at Jesse. I hoped that they wouldn't start another fight, I couldn't take that. He sat down on the other side of me, and wrapped and arm around my shoulders. The two of them glared at each other, daring the other to say something.

"You didn't have to jump, you know." Paul whispered into my ear.

I didn't know what he was talking about.

"What?" I asked.

"You know. But we'll talk about that later. You should sleep now." He said, kissing my forehead uncharacteristically.

Amazingly, I somehow managed to fall asleep sandwiched between the two of them.