WARNING: this is kind of a filler! hope you don't mind! (the story will only have a few more chapters)

Disclaimer: Degrassi? Yeah, I don't own it. I don't really own anything.

I stood awkwardly in the corner of the bare hospital room and watched Fitz as his monitor continued to beep. I couldn't help but close my eyes when I saw his mother walk in the room and burst out in tears. The pain in her eyes was heartbreaking; there is no love stronger than the mother's love of her son. And now, her son was broken. His fall from the roof was like a mustard stain on a beautiful white blouse. The blouse would have to be scrubbed and worked on immediately, or else the blouse could never be worn again. If Fitz was not immediately worked on like the blouse, he would not survive.

"What the hell?" I suddenly heard. I opened my eyes.

Fitz's spirit was standing right beside his body. His eyes were a mixture of confusion, fright, and anger as they stared at his body and the monitor beeping besides him. His eyes traveled from his body, to his mother, and finally, to me.

"Who are you? What happened to me? Mom, stop crying! I'M RIGHT HERE!" He yelled. His mother continued crying, unaware of his command. I ran over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Fitz, it's okay. Calm down." I said in a soothing voice, hoping he would follow my instructions. My stomach began burning again, but I ignored the feeling in a desperate attempt to keep Fitz calm. His breathing slowed down a little.

"My name is Julia," I said to him. "I'm a ghost."

Fitz smiled. "Great. I fell. Now I'm crazy."

"Fitz," I said. "You're not crazy. This is real." I assured him.

"If you're dead," He began. "Then am I.. dead too?" His eyebrows furred together and his eyes scanned my face for a definite answer.

"Actually," I began, unsurely. "I don't know. I mean, you're here, but your heart monitor is still going." I said, pointing to it.

A blonde, 30-something doctor with braces emerged from door. "Ms. Fitzgerald?" She asked, comfortingly.

Fitz's mom replied with a muffled, thick, "Yes?" that somehow managed to escape her sobbing throat.

"Would you like to heard the good news or the bad news first?" The doctor asked, obviously uncomfortable. It was clear that she was heartbroken and didn't want to be in this situation.

"I don't care," Fitz's mom said, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her coat. It was amazing how much she looked like her son. She was tall, like him, with the same pale skin, brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

Fitz stared at the women in front of him, terrified of the words that the doctor would say next.

"Your son's fall was pretty drastic. He broke his wrist, a bone in his skull, and there was some bleeding found in his brain," She began. "He's in a coma right now, and this could possibly be fatal. Only time will tell, but there is half a chance he will make it."

Ms. Fitzgerald started sobbing even louder, while the blonde doctor left the room. The mixed emotions locked in Fitz's eyes only intensified. He walked over to the wall, forming his hand in a fist in an attempt to punch the wall. His fist went straight through.

"Fuck!" He yelled, placing his back against the wall and sliding to the ground. I sat down beside him with a loss for words and decided to place my hand upon his shoulder. I honestly felt terribly for his poor, unfortunate soul. I had the hidden luxury of finding out my fate as soon as possible, for I had died instantly. However, he had to wait in order to understand if he would be dead or not. I cannot possibly image reliving the night of April 22, 2009 with having an intensified wait before I found out if my baby and I were actually going to die.

"Whatever," Fitz said. "I deserve this." His eyes filled with tears, and I could tell he was avoiding blinking in order to prevent them from falling down his face.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I'm a bad person." Fitz said. "Or at least was a bad person." He stared directly in front of him.

"No," I began. "I've seen you when you were alive and you seemed completely normal. A normal, teenage boy with feelings."

Fitz turned his head to look at me. "How? Do you stalk me or something?"

I blushed. "Well, there isn't really much else for ghosts to do besides watch people that are alive." I admitted.

"Great," Fitz said. "So we're fucking doomed for the rest of eternity?" His eyes traveled to his mother's blotchy, tear-stained face and his face twisted up in sorrow.

I stayed silent, unaware no longer of how to cheer him up. What could I say? He was somewhat right, of course. However, I always assumed that when Eli died things would be different; better. Now, as I watched Eli and Clare spend more and more time with each other, my the shining ray of hope that Eli and I would spend the rest of eternity together was transformed into a flickering candle flame.

Fitz stood up again and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, standing up and following him. He didn't answer, and continued to walk. He walked down four flights of stairs before he approached the waiting room.

There were a total of eight people in the waiting room, but Fitz's eyes were only locked on two of the people. Eli and Clare.

They were both sitting down next to each other, silent and obviously in deep, deep thought. They looked like complete messes. Eli's entire body was covered head to toe in small, brown bandages. His left eye was completely purple. Clare, on the other hand, also looked sick. She was not physically injured, but she looked mentally distraught. Although I still felt feelings of resentment toward Clare, I was now beginning to feel sorry for her.

"I can't believe it," Eli said, holding back tears. "I can't believe I might have murdered Fitz."

Clare's eyes began to water, and she started to sob, releasing the tears from her eyes. If it was possible, Eli's expression turned even more sorrowful and he placed his arms around Clare, wrapping her into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry," Eli said. "You don't deserve any of this, Clare." Clare hugged back, squeezing Eli as tightly as possible.

"It was an accident," She said through her sobs. "You didn't mean to kill him."

"I know," Eli said, releasing Clare from his hold and placing his hands in hers while staring into her light, crystal blue eyes. "Just remember that whatever happens, I love you and I will never stop loving you." A tear slipped down Eli's cheek and he gave Clare a kiss.

"I feel bad for him," Fitz said finally. I of course also felt bad for him, but I couldn't understand why Fitz did. They were enemies and Eli possibly could have killed him.

"Why?" I asked simply.

"He has to live with the fact that he might have killed someone," Fitz said. "That must be the worst feeling in the world."

I silently agreed with him. After a while, I longed to know more about Fitz. I wanted to know his secrets. I wanted to know his fears. I wanted to know him and to open up to him myself. I was finally ready and able to unleash my deepest feelings to another human being.

"Fitz, why do you think you deserve to die?" I asked , hoping that he wouldn't somehow get angry and stop talking to me.

"I've just," He began before pausing, his voice getting more quiet. "Done some bad things in my life."

I knew that I had asked this too abruptly, and things would probably get increasingly awkward now.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just been awhile since I've ever really opened up to anybody." I stared down uneasily at my feet as if they had the answer for the complicated, awkward problem I had just created.

"I understand," Fitz said, clearing his throat. "And I'm willing to have this conversation with you, you know, if you want." He, too, was now staring at his feet.

I started to beam before I sat down and began to listen to the tale of the troubled life of Mark Fitzgerald.

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