Another busy day here at the hospital, this has been going on for quite a while. I barely had time to sit down in my office and have a cup of coffee. I've had to stay over at the hospital for quite a few nights and it looked like tonight wasn't going to be an exception.

A few nurses in their white outfit were talking to me, but I only listened to the first sentence and my mind wondered off, I knew what I needed to do and hated the fact they continuously reminded me. I wasn't an irresponsible teen like many were these days.

I walked to my office and slumped down in my chair; finally, my first relaxing moment of the day. I looked out of the small glass window in the room and saw that the moon was out shining along with stars that scattered across the deep, dark sky. There was a cup of coffee on my table but it had been there for several hours and was now as cool as fresh tap water. I wasn't going to drink it.

My phone suddenly rang and I answered it.

"Dr. De Silva," I said into the phone.

"Hey Jesse," it was Susannah, she was obviously worried, her tone gave it all away.

"Querida, Sorry I won't be home tonight, another busy night at the hospital"

"Oh, ok, well, I'll bring your dinner to you then," she was disappointedly.

"You don't need to; I probably won't be at my office by the time you come here."

"Jesse… Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked me in a suspicious tone and a bit of anger rose in me, how can she doubt me?

"Of course not," great, here we go again.

"You're seeing some other woman aren't you?"

"No querida, you know I would never do that."

"I don't know if I know you any more," and with that she hanged up the phone.

Susannah has been like that ever since I had to stay at the hospital for a couple of nights. Always fighting over nothing, I knew she didn't mean it; she was just mad at me for no reason. I wish I could go home and reassure her, but I had to stay. The hospital had a shortage of doctor; mostly on sick leaves and whatever else.

I was busy working half an hour later when my phone rang. I answered it and was down to the emergency department five minutes later. A car accident had occurred and the doctors down there didn't have enough hands to go around all the accidents that had happened that particular dark night when mist crept around the road.

I went into the emergency room and saw that a few nurses were already there; I pulled on my doctor's gown and approached the patients.

I gasped.

It was Susannah.

Her face was caked with blood, her hair messed. Nombre de dios. I couldn't operate on her; my whole body was shaking with fear.
The nurses were looking at me. Susannah then moved; she saw me.

"I'm so sorry about everything, about me being so stubborn. I love…" she mouthed but before she finished talking, the life line hit flat.

With that, I knew she was dead, completely. She wouldn't come back as a ghost. She had nothing left to do. No more saying she loved me because she had already said it a million times – but I would never be tired of it. No more nothing…

Now I wished I had apologized and not been so stubborn, she was always the one that did it (A/N Jesse is OOC in this).

If I had only said sorry earlier, all would have been prevented.

I'm sorry for killing off Suze, but you can review for me so that I won't feel lousy about it . . .