preiously...

through my closed eyes, I saw a flash of white. When I opened them, We were already in the hospital,Paul was in a stretcher and there were attendants, not moving a muscle, all the people there stopped moving, even the clock... the water that slipped from the old nurse's cup, stopped from falling, Paul was still motionless, I was the only one moving.

Then another flash. Everyone started to move as if nothing happened, I immediately pulled away from Paul because the attendants were shooing me already.

What about Jesse and Diego?

I shifted back to 1850, specifically thinking of that scenario I left. Slowly, the post shifting head ache was starting already, but I got a few more important things to do.

I appeared in the barn, and like before, I saw Jesse and Diego, they were motionless for a while, still in deathlocks and a flash, they started moving again, Jesse trying to break free from Diego's head lock... Where's he get that from anyway? couldn't be from Eddie Guerreo cuz he was born a few centuries after him... then again I am side tracked. It's a wonder how I can forget all those pain I'm feeling right now. Major head ache here... Ouch.

Both men still had no idea that I was there. Jesse's eyes were starting to loose brightness as Diego tried to squeeze the breath out of him. I creeped up behind Diego and got a metal sort of thingy... Can't see from the dancing fire around us. I stood there ready aiming for Diego's head.

I hit his head with a loud clank of the metal thingy and He fell to the hayloft ground unconscious and bleeding,releasing Jesse., We were now struggling for breaths due to the lack of oxygen, The fire was consuming all the oxygen, I winced as one of the wooden panels that was fastened on the wall, fell before me, missing me by a millimeter and a half, But the flame came in contact with the long gash that Diego's knife made. I helped Jesse up, He was wounded severely, I can tell just by the way his white polo was dramatically turned into Deep red.He washalf conscious by now and so was I. My lungs were starting to give up and so was my body and life but I knew better now. I'm a shifter, I know what happens after you die, I know I'm going to be a ghost so why not die trying to save a life from an eternity of being invisible and because I know when I die, It'll be an eternity of rest for me.

A wooden panel fell right before my eyes. The barn was shattering in flames, Jesse and I were still in it. The flaming panel missed me by a millimeter and a half, but the flames came in contact to the long gash that Diego made. Jesse was becoming more and more heavy, his weight was almost all on me now. I clumsily limped to where the ladder was.

It was all on fire. I heard a loud creak. Dont tell me how I knew. I moved a cautious step back and Crack! the ladder just gave up. Jesse's breathing is getting more and more shallow and so is mine. I had no more option but to jump. I set Jesse safely on to a part where the flames haven't burnt yet. I kicked the burning wall. It collapsed easily. a stong wind welcomed me. I picked Jesse up.

"Jesse, we're going to jump, count of three okay?"

"Mmmmhhmmm" was all he said.

"one... two... three.. jump!" I said

We both flew the 12 feet. I intentionally landed first so Jesse wouldn't get much hurt. He is heavy I tell you. He squished my wound!

"OOUUCHH!" I screamed.

I expected Jesse to move away but he didnt. I got worried. I stood up, carefully, leting him lay down on the grass.

I felt for his pulse, the one under the jaw.

Weak.

It was déjà vu all over again.

Someone dying in my arms. Both people I care for.

tears started to slide down my cheeks, falling also on Jesse's.

I expect him to wake up. But none.

He was not moving or anything, th erise and fall of his chest stopped.

I started reviving his heart. But no avail. I started to do CPR...

My first kiss with live Jesse and he's dying already. Why does HE hate me? Did I ever do anything wrong?

Cpr again but still none.

I was now on hyperdrive as tears fell down like mad from my eyes. I started banging his chest real hard.

"Jesse! wake up! you big duff! Please wake up!"

"Wake up! Now! Don't tell me I went back here for nothing..."

"Jesse..."

I had one last hope in me.

"Please, wake up." I whispered before I kissed his lips, my tears falling on his eyelids. His eyes started to flutter open... I pulled apart.

He started coughing real bad.

I patted his back,

"Jesse, Oh my God, I thought I lost you there! but I wouldn't really be losing you and all because you'll be in my bedroom anyway.." I started babbling.

He was still coughing. He stood up but fell back again, I helped him sit, still patting his back.

"Querida, I- I can't thank you enough." he said hoarsely.

"Shh, I know. Are you okay?" He looked at me weirdly.

"Oh, sorry, stupid of me."

He examined his wounds, not much there.

"Feel a bit better now?" I asked

"Yes, still, thank--"

he gasped as he looked at me.

"What?" I asked defensively

"You're hurt, querida! Badly! Let me see." He said in that deep sexy voice filled with compassion for me.

"Oh, would you look at that, It's just a scratch, I'll live." He touched it and I winced.

"You're hurt, I'll take you to our town doctor, He'll know what to do."

It was only now that the wounds hurt, physically and emotionally.

"Jesse,"

"No, querida."

"are you really okay now?" I asked.

"Of course, I can manage these, but you, Diego's knife is very sharp and not to mention old."

I kissed him on the lips, lightly. He was startled and I pulled away.

"You take care okay? I don't want this all to go to waste." I said silently to him,

He woke up from his daze, something suspecting shone in his intelligent eyes.

"Why? what's going to happen next? Don't tell me you're---" I cut him off and kissed him on the lips, again, the same startled expression, I closed my eyes and he closed his too, I was about to pull away when he turned it into semi french and after a while we both were frenching already. I had to say goodbye now.

I pulled away, he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Jesse, take care okay?" I patted him on the chin.

"Always smile. You look great when you do." I complemented in my cheeriest voice, despite the severe pain, from my gash and the deep wound I gotwhen Diego plunged a knife somewhere in my abdomen.

I concentrated hard, thinking of the hospital whre Paul was, Istill have to check if he's breathing. I was started to disappear when, I noticed tears running down my precious Jesse's face, I cracked a smile straight from my heart, hey, it was my one last smile for Jesse, I had to leave a greatpicture. He got hold of my hand,

"stay." He said, but more likely asked. he released his grip when he saw me crying already.

I had to be strong.

" Be happy okay? Live ahealthy long life." I said as I patted his head. Giving him an encouraging smile.

Poof. I was back in the hospital, but before I did,

" Don't forget me." I whispered to Jesse

Time stopped again, and after aflash, everybody started moving again, in the light, I saw how bloody I was.

Pain, Shmain!

I'm Suze Simon.Resident Tough Girl of N.Y.

But somehow I am finding myself giving up,

but someway, I know, I have much more to do, people to help, I limped to the reception desk. I was about to ask about Paul whenI saw a familiar body being rushed to the elevator,Paul.

I ran after him, but theelevator closed already, My feet throbbing, my body giving up, I still ran, back to the reception desk, I asked for Paul.

room 215, Still using my strenght, I used the stairs to the 3rd floor, The elevator was unavailable. I fell a few times butcontinued running up. When I finallyarrived at the room, Paul was there, his body only,White cloth was now pulled upto his head.

"No!" I screamed and ran towards him, I flung myself to his lifeless body, wincing at the pain as I did so.

"Paul! NO, not again! wake up, please! listen to me, I love you, you have to wake up. Please!" I cried desperately.

After a few moments of me, crying helplessly. I found the courage to pull the cover down and looked at his face for one last time, He still had those wounds which were now a bit violet, He was so pale.

I found myself in morbid fascination, I traced the out lines of his face, the scars. I didn't know what got into me, I just did what I was doing. I hugged him one last time still smelling the shampoo he used this morning.

A buzzstarted to erupt from me, starting from my heart and raced all the way to my hands. I looked at them in horror.

Two marble sized electric balls that were white was floating about a few centimeters from my palms.

I got one crazy idea I'm not sure of what will happen, but I was desperate.

I held Paul's face, One hand at each side, with a deep breath, I kissed him. I felt all weak inside.

When I pulled apart, nothing happened, I was weaker, th eelctric balls were gone. There was nothing I could do. I reluctantly covered his head with the cloth and stepped out of the room, Letting my emotions replace all the physical pain I'm feeling now. Which is much, much worst than the hurting from my wounds.

I struggled to walk, I slumped into the waiting chair outside the room. My head was buried in my hands when I saw a faint materialization to my right. I looked up.

Just in time, I saw a body in a stretcher, pushed by two live nurses, when it passed me, the hand fell limp on the sides, Paul's hand. I was shocked, stupefied. It entered the room 215 and shut.

My mind was racing... which is not very normal for me.

Out of the corner my eyes, I saw that same ghostly aura.

He was 50 meters away from me, staring at the room, which was halfway down the hallway. He stol;e a melancholic glance around the hallway. I caught sight of the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

Paul's blue eyes.

I ran after him.

but he started to run, towards the room where his body was, there was a blinding light that replaced the room.

I tried calling him, he looked at me, shock registered in his eyes. he stopped running. but he was now floating to the room.

"Paul!"

I was gaining on him already, he was now facing me, but theforce was pulling him to the room,

His hand was outstretched to reach my hand I was too,

I was gettin gweaker and weaker by the second, I didn't know much.

I guess, I slipped from my blood or something.

My eyes rolled upward, my head with it and with a loud thunk, I fell to the floor unconscious. My wound defenitely squished, I can't say ouch now.