Melinda tries to help Mia, but many questions need answered. Please review!
Melinda got changed, she talked to Mia who waited outside of her bedroom door. "I know this is a bad time but…I really need help and you're probably the only person I can talk to…literally."
"How did you know to come to me?"
"I've heard stories about you, I never really believed them until now…"
"I know you're scared but this is what I do. I'll get my friend to work the antique shop alone for a few hours and I will help you find peace."
"I'm not dead."
"I get it, a lot of spirits don't accept it right away but…"
"I saw myself at the crash and in my hospital bed. I'm on life support, I don't know how much time I have left."
Melinda stopped what she was doing, could this be true, could Mia have a chance? Melinda went out into the hall to see the young girl almost in tears. She would hug her if she were really there. Melinda looked down at her with a calm demeanour, her brown eyes were very comforting to Mia. "Do you know which hospital you're in?"
Mia nodded, " St. Marshall's"
"Okay", Melinda ran back to her room to get her purse, "We'll go over there and…", by the time she came out, Mia was gone, likely already there waiting for her. Getting to the hospital was the easy part, it was only a 15 minute drive but getting to see Mia would be a different story. "I'm her sister", Melinda practised saying as she drove, "I'm…a friend of the family…"
"I'm her aunt", she told the nurse standing at the counter, of course she believed her, how on earth would she pass as anything else? SHe looked like a crazy cat lady minus the cats. She rushed down the hallway to Mia's room, she was frightened by the sight of the heart monitor and all of this junk hooked up to this girl. She stood over her bed, she looked pale, so lifeless.
"It's like I'm already dead", Mia walked up behind Melinda, she could feel her presence, her aura.
"I'm so sorry about this, Mia."
"My family is dead. I don't have anyone else."
"That can't be true…"
"My grandparents…my friends…I'm kind of a recluse."
Melinda almost laughed, "We have that in common."
"I'm wondering if I should even fight to stay alive…", she was quiet for a moment, "Melinda, would you pull my plug?"
Melinda was so startled by this, "What?" she couldn't believe she would even suggest that. Melinda wasn't sure she could even morally do that, she could never bring up the nerve to do that to such a young girl. Her life in her hands. "Mia, you can't ask me to do that."
"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Mia, you have your whole life ahead of you."
"I…I don't think I…"
"All you have to do is wake up", she held her hand out to her cheek to see if she could even feel her.
"I'm not strong enough."
"Yes you are."
"You don't even know me…"
"I think I remember…yes, a long time ago you came into my store with your mother."
"That was so long ago, you remember that?"
"I do. You took your time that day and found some old music on vinyl. Your mother said she didn't have enough, you looked so disappointed."
"You let me take them."
"I did because you reminded me of a young me. You seemed so into classical music."
"…I still am…"
"That's good."
"I feel weak…"
Melinda looked at her heart monitor, it seemed to be normal but she was no doctor. At least she wasn't flatlining. When she looked back, she was gone. Maybe back at her place or just outside of the hospital. She stayed a moment longer to watch over her body.
"You like 'em young do you?"
Melinda turned to see a janitor with a trolly of supplies spying on her, he was maybe 40, balding, potbelly stretching out his grey uniform. "Excuse me?"
"You're not family. I know. I can tell. You just came in here because you saw that sexy young thing on the news so you came running over here." He gave Melinda a creepy smile.
She walked a few steps toward him, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You have a thing for comatose patients, don't you? You're pretty sexy, maybe we can double team her."
"Ew, that's disgusting! I'm totally going to report you."
"Go right ahead and I'll tell them you're not supposed to be here. I'll even tell them you touched her."
Melinda stormed out of the room, feeling like spitting on the creep but he might be into that sort of thing. He laughed as she walked out of there mad. "Don't worry, that guy is all talk. He's never touched me or anyone else here that I know of", Mia said, walking beside her.
"I'm still filing a complaint, Mia, that guy is disturbed."
In the car something donned on Melinda, her encounter the night before like someone was having her way with her. "Mia, I need to ask you something and you need to be honest with me."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Were you in my bedroom last night?"
"No, I snuck into the bathroom while you took a shower…I'm sorry it was the only way I could get your attention", Mia saw the worried expression on her face, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, but I think there was another spirit with me last night…I have such a foggy memory of it but I think…I think it was groping my b…"
"Melinda, watch out!"
Melinda realized she was sticking out of her lane and quickly turned the steering wheel, "Are you okay?", Melinda said looking at Mia. Both were silent for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Of course you're okay. I am such a dumbass!"
Mia settled down from laughing, "That's weird, I didn't think I would be able to laugh…I can't remember the last time I did that."
"You have to wake up, Mia…is there anything or anyone who would do that?"
Mia thought, "Yes. They haven't stopped by to visit me yet. I'll tell you where to go." Melinda concentrated on driving, she didn't want to have another incident. "Were you about to say that a ghost groped your boobs?"
Melinda smiled and nodded, even though it should be a scary realization, it was a little funny. No spirit had ever tried doing anything like that to her before. In some ways it was pretty cool but she didn't want to tell Mia that. She would worry about who the bedroom ghost was later, right now she needed to help Mia.
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