A.N - Hey guys, I know it's probably the worst idea for me right now, but I plan on posting a new story on Wednesday, in time for Ash Wednesday. I would like Em to help me with titles, considering the effort i went through to get your English coursework ;) Really, ask Maz.

Keep in mind internet is down so text? If you have cred.

Two more days and i'll have msn back! Wooo.

Suze Simon's To-Do List:

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Apparently, you don't have anything to do when you're stuck in hospital.

Chapter Thirteen

I'd grown so tired of looking at these bright, white walls. I mean, sure, people brought me flowers daily - the area around my bed was practically a garden - meaning that splashes of colour were seen. But, really, the only thing you could see in this place was those damn white walls.

We'd been here for two days already, Jesse and me. The police had already come to take my statement and Jesse had yet to wake up.

I told the police everything. Everything. From when I babysat little Jack Slater right up till the moment that help arrived in the warehouse place.

How predictable can you get. I mean, really? Paul Slater is worth a cool two million, at least, yet he decided to take a leaf out of every bad villain ever created within Hollywood and hold us hostage at a warehouse.

Damn, cheap, pop star.

The door creaked open and a pretty, young nurse walked in, her heels click-clicking along the floor. She glanced at me briefly and, upon seeing I was awake, offered me a sympathetic smile which I returned half-heartedly.

It had been agony, the past two days, not being able to hear Jesse's voice or look into his deep, brown eyes. Not to mention having to go without his kisses.

Each time I woke up - which was quite a few, there was really nothing better to do then sleep. The room didn't even have a television - I felt my hopes rise at the thought of seeing Jesse watching me, waiting for me. It wasn't long before my hopes were dashed every time.

Jesse didn't deserve to be put through all of this, it was all my fault. And Paul Slater's of course.

I'd be lucky if Jesse even spoke to me after this.

I shut my eyes and looked away as the nurse exited again, cringing as I felt a single tear escape from my closed lid.

It just wasn't fair! Jesse was hurt more than me, and for what? For liking me as more than a friend. I know nobody said that life was fair, and all that - that's a saying everybody grows up with - but for Jesse it should be. He's been through so much, too much.

The tears remained relentless, always there.

"Suze?" The first time somebody uttered my name, I ignored them, hoping they would go away and leave me to my misery. "Suze!"

I recognised the voice, of course I did. It was distinctly female and yet … it wasn't quite as familiar to me as it should've been, had the voice belonged to Gina, or Cee Cee.

"Susannah!"

The third time Josefina sounded so like her brother that I had to wrench my eyelids open and gasp in shock.

"Josefina!" The tears continued, but this time out of happiness. "I thought something had happened … with Paul …"

Her ghostly presence wringed her hands together and shook her head softly, curls falling over her eyes.

"I thought he was …" She paused briefly, before taking a deep, if unneeded, breath and continuing. "I didn't know what he was doing I just knew that if he went through with it, I might never come back."

I nodded sympathetically.

"And I wanted to stay. I wanted to make sure that Jesse …" She trailed off and walked over to her brother. "Is there anything I can do, do you reckon?"

I watched silently as she raised her hand and trailed it down her brothers arm to his hand and linking their fingers together. Or at least trying to. His heart rate jumped slightly, judging by the slight increase on his heart monitor.

I smiled, in spite of myself, when Josefina turned away, frustrated.

"Suze, could you do me a favour?"

I nodded quickly.

"Of course," I hastened to acquiesce. "You've done so much for me, after all. It would be the least I could do."

"Could you tell Jesse, not to blame himself anymore?" She began. "Tell him from me, he might believe it more then. And also, tell him that I miss him. Please?"

She turned watery eyes towards me, the darkness pleading with me to agree.

"I promise."

"Talking to yourself now querida?" Both Josefina and myself turned to look at the owner of the new voice. "If I had known you'd go crazy, I'd have woken up sooner."

A smile spread across my face as, ever mindful of the IV attached to my arm, I jumped out of my bed and hurried to Jesse's side.

"Hey," he greeted deeply, weakly raising a hand and cupping my cheek.

"Hey," I returned. "You're awake."

"I am."

Then he raised his head and kissed me and let me just take this opportunity to say how much I've missed these - and how damn good a kisser Jesse De Silva really is.

Regretfully, I pulled away, remembering his weakened state. Seeing the look on his face, I giggled and kissed him hastily on the lips once more before pulling away again.

I saw Josefina smiling at the two of us from the corner of my eye and I resolved myself to pass on her message.

"Jesse, this may sound completely strange, and freaky, and the like, but, Josefina is here." I braced myself for his reaction, expecting it to be negative, when instead I saw him smile.

"Is she?" He asked. "Really?"

I nodded and pointed towards where she stood at the foot of his bed.

"She's there."

Jesse moved his gaze to where I had pointed, squinting at the empty room.

"Hey, Josie." He whispered.

"She says, and I quote, 'Howdy, Dog Chow.'"

Jesse's laughter filled the room as he raised his hand to the scar through his eyebrow.

"This is a result of Josefina's brand-new puppy getting a bit angry at the thought of someone taking the attention away from him." He explained for my benefit, causing a cheesy grin to spread across my face.

"She says for you to not blame yourself anymore, Jesse," I repeated. "For her death. You have to know it was Paul's fault by now."

He sighed deeply.

"I know. It was his fault, not mine," Jesse squeezed my hand tightly. "And to think that he tried to take you away from me as well."

"Calm, Jesse."

He smiled at me.

"She misses you."

Jesse's eyes watered as he looked back towards his sister.

"I miss her too."

She smiled and thanked me as tears cascaded down her cheeks whilst her form began to shimmer. Josefina de Silva had moved on. At last.

"She's gone." I whispered to Jesse.

"Then what are you still doing on the floor?" He teased. "Come up here, with me."

He moved along the bed making more then enough room for me to join him and I did, enjoying the feel of his warm, strong embrace wrapped around me.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"How come you were so understanding?" I asked him. "Of my 'gift'."

He shrugged a little, and smiled at me.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He stole a kiss back from me. "It would be slightly hypocritical of me if I wasn't."

I pulled away from him slightly to look at his face as I asked him my next question.

"What do you mean?"

His smile grew broader.

"Josefina was a mediator too."