A/N: Ok, I read over this chapter and thought "Wow, this could use more dialogue." So I rewrote it adding a little more talking, I also changed a few things. Hope you like it, R&R XD

No… he couldn't be "DEAD"… if he were dead wouldn't they be taking him away in a body bag? He stumbled backward slightly off balance. "This has to be a dream?" he told himself out loud. "I just have to wake up." He closed his eyes, pinched himself, then reopened his eyes; he was still standing in the same spot watching his body being loaded into the ambulance.

He turned around to look at Gus and Jules for help but it was a hopeless look, he knew they couldn't see him. Lassiter suddenly headed toward him, Shawn was hopeful for a moment, maybe Lassiter had seen him. His hope faded though when Lassiter called Henry's name, Shawn's shoulders sagged. "C'mon Lassie… I need help here." He didn't move from Lassiter's path hoping he could stop him, it was useless. Lassiter walked right through him, Shawn felt like he was going to throw up, it was the oddest feeling he'd ever experienced. Turning around, he noticed Lassiter had stopped and turned around as if someone had called his name, then seeing nothing continued on his path.

"I can give you a ride to the hospital," Lassiter said to Henry. Henry nodded and they headed to Lassiter's car.

Shawn was confused, why had Lassiter stopped and looked behind him? Had he felt it when he walked through his spirit? This meant that there might be some way to communicate with them; he just had to find out how. He followed Henry and Lassiter to Lassiter's car and rode with them on the way to the hospital.

It was silent most of the way, and it was killing Shawn for it to be that way, literally he felt like he was getting weaker, "Would someone talk already?" he finally blurted out. Then as if Henry had heard him, he spoke.

"We had a fight before this happened… I've never seen him so upset," Henry said. Shawn was confused he didn't remember being upset at his dad, in fact the last half hour seemed like a blur and he had suddenly gotten really tired.

Lassiter looked at Henry in an inquiring way, "What was the fight about?"

"I sold his one of a kind limited edition G.I. Jo action figure with the actual gold plated dog tags," Henry explained using the exact description Shawn had used before.

Lassiter made a face, "Seriously? You were fighting over a doll?"

Shawn missed the rest of the conversation, if there was one. His eyes became heavy and he could hardly keep his head up, he felt as though he was losing tons of energy. The last thing he saw before fainting was Henry and Lassiter heading into the hospital.

LATER:

Shawn jerked awake as if he'd been zapped with a volt of electricity; he was slumped in a very uncomfortable chair in a hospital waiting room. He looked around confused, everyone from the police station was there, Chief Vic, Lassiter, Juliet, Gus, and his dad, who was staring intently at a door with a lit sign over it that read "Operation in Progress". The memory of the last few minutes of consciousness flooded back into his mind and he remembered why he was there, he groaned.

Officer McNabb walked into the room carrying a tray of coffee cups; he passed one to each person in the room. "Man I could really go for a pineapple smoothie right about now," Shawn said out loud to an unhearing company, he stood and walked to where Juliet sat, he noticed she had worry lines and slight bags under her eyes from exhaustion, "Aww, Jules, don't worry about me, I'll be ok, I promise," he put his hand on hers to let her know he was there, she looked down at the spot he was crouched as if she knew he was there. Shawn smiled then noticed Lassiter snoring in the next seat.

Shawn moved in front of Lassiter whose mouth gaped open as he slept. Shawn just felt like slapping him, "Aren't you even worried about me Lassie? I mean seriously, if this had happened to you I'd be worried sick." Lassiter slept on. "HELLO!" Shawn jumped up and down waving his arms wildly around his head; he spun around in circles screaming loudly for someone… anyone to respond to his crazy antics. He stopped spinning, when he did he tripped over his feet and landed on Lassiter.

Lassiter jumped out of his seat, "Whoa!" he yelled. Everyone in the room looked up at him, "What the Hell was that?" he asked hoping for a response. Everyone stared at him as if he were insane. "Didn't anyone else feel that?" he now looked at them as if they were the insane ones.

"Carlton what are you talking about?" Chief Vic looked at him concerned then looked at the chair he previously occupied.

"You didn't feel that rush of freezing air just then?" Lassiter asked her. Chief Vic shook her head.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" Gus asked him, "Dreams can sometimes seem real."

"Yes Guster… I'm sure, it felt like someone threw a bag of ice on me," Lassiter explained. "It wasn't a dream," he grumbled as he moved to a different seat.

Shawn stood, "You… felt that," he said. A smile appeared on his face and he started jumping around excitedly. Lassiter had actually felt him fall onto him!

The light that read "Operation in Progress" went out, a few seconds later a doctor emerged out of a set of double doors;

everyone who waited stood to hear what the doctor had to say. Shawn's jumping subsided as Henry walked forth to let the doctor know he was Shawn's dad.

"He's stable… but… still in serious condition," the doctor said. "He has a few broken bones including a cracked rib, a scull fracture, and a small bit of hemorrhaging in his lungs. We've managed to stop the hemorrhaging but if we don't monitor him closely it could start up again." Henry put one of his hands on the side of his head; Shawn had both hands on his head with his fingers grasping his short brown hair.

"Can I see him?" Henry asked, his voice nearly a whisper. The doctor nodded then told everyone to only go in a few at a time. They all let Henry go alone as the first to see him.

Shawn weaved his way through everyone to follow his dad. He wasn't sure he wanted to see himself in that state, in fact he was sure he might feint, but he decided he had to at some point. The hall was quiet and mostly deserted because of the late hour, sure there was the occasional nurse or janitor, but other than that it was empty. Shawn looked at the highly decorated walls; he noticed that a pineapple painting hung at the end of the hall they were walking down. He smiled and blinked; when his eyes opened he saw a small girl in a white pineapple covered dress standing and staring at the painting. "That's odd," Shawn thought. The little girl turned and smiled, she was staring directly at him. This shocked Shawn slightly, he had to see if she was real or if he was hallucinating.

"Can… you see me?" he asked not really expecting a reply. The little girl nodded, she turned completely around and started skipping toward him.