Jessie managed to fall into a routine over the next couple of weeks. She would bear the horrors of school for a few hours and then she would be off, racing towards the hospital so that she could see Jason. Though she had never had an actual conversation with him, Jessie knew that she had opened her heart, and she had found love there for him. She wanted him to wake up more than anything else in the world.

Today, she had thought, would be no different, but she was wrong. School dragged by at its usual, crawling pace and only became worse when her science teacher asked her for a paper that she had forgotten to do. For a moment, she tensed, worried that the teacher might give her detention or something, or perhaps ask her to stay after class, but in the end, she spent the rest of class writing the paper under her teacher's watchful eye.

When the bell finally rang, dismissing her from that class, Jessie quickly exited and headed back to her locker. The senior that always scared her out of her wits was at it again today, slamming his locker when she least expected it and making her jump yet again. She pressed her lips into a firm line and turned away from him without a word. Today, she didn't have time to say something to him.

She headed over to the hospital, walking this time and not running. She felt tired and drained after school, but she had noticed that she had only had one quiet spell throughout the whole day, and it had not lasted as long as the quiet spells usually did.

When she reached the main entrance of the hospital, Jessie sighed, feeling the air conditioning once again hit her whole body, cooling her down after her walk. She waved to the receptionist as she always did, and the receptionist waved back politely, even managing to smile at Jessie as she passed.

The elevator was once again slower than it should have been, but Jessie hung on, glaring at the screen as it flashed, telling her that she had only reached the second floor. The doors opened and a nurse stepped in, nodding to Jessie before she punched the fourth floor button. Halfway to the fourth floor, the elevator dinged again and Jessie stepped out onto the third floor.

She headed into Diana's wing as usual, looking around for Mrs. Nash so that she could tell her that she had arrived. Usually, Mrs. Nash was at the nurses' station, but today, Jessie found her standing all the way at the other end of the hallway. Sucking up all her courage, Jessie strode through the wing, wincing when she realized that nurses were staring at her, no doubt having heard all the horror stories that Diana had come up with. She walked right up to Mrs. Nash, whose face fell when she caught sight of her. "I'll talk to you later," she told the young nurse in front of her. The nurse cast a quick, searching glance at Jessie before she nodded and left, striding quickly down the hall.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Jessie told the matronly nurse, worried that she had interrupted something important.

Mrs. Nash shook her head. "It's no problem," she told Jessie, but her reply sounded stiff and awkward, like she wanted to say something else but had pulled away from doing so at the last minute.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm here and heading over to see Jason," Jessie said. "That's all."

She turned to go, but Mrs. Nash caught her sleeve. "Jessie," she said uneasily, "there's something you should know."

Jessie turned back to the nurse, understanding now that there really was something going on that the nurse wanted to tell her. "What?" she asked nervously, guessing that whatever the nurse had to say, she wouldn't like it.

Mrs. Nash looked like she was struggling not to cry as she began. "Jason's time is up. The doctors have given him no hope, and his parents signed the papers to remove him from the life support."

"What!" Jessie cried, not caring about the other people in the room. At that moment, she could barely process that there were other people in the room. "No! They can't!"

Mrs. Nash grabbed Jessie by the shoulders, not trying to quiet her, but in order to comfort her. "There's nothing we can do. Jason's been in his coma so long that his physician deems his brain to have stopped working anyways. I'm so sorry, Jessie."

Jessie felt her stomach roll, but thankfully, due to not having eaten breakfast or lunch, nothing came up. Her whole body felt hot, as though she was running a fever, and her vision swam in front of her eyes. Putting a hand up to her face, she could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. "No," she whispered again, more to herself than to Mrs. Nash. Jason wasn't brain dead. Jason could hear her. His heart sped up more each time she came into the room. No!

Without another glance at Mrs. Nash, Jessie whirled around and ran down the hall as fast as she could, sprinting through the wing and dashing around the nurses that paused to stare at her in shock. She tore down the second hallway as fast as she could, yanking open the door and skidding to a stop when she realized that there was someone else in Jason's room.

A woman was crying, her head resting on Jason's chest as her husband tried to pull her away. A doctor stood next to the monitor, holding a clipboard in his hands, and two boys stood next to the bed railing, tears freely streaming down their faces. "I think it's time we go," said the woman's husband, and Jessie instantly knew that this was the Grey family.

The doctor nodded and led the way out of the room, brushing past Jessie as she stood right where she had stopped, feeling like her body was glued to the floor. The family filed out, not really looking at her as they moved past, wiping at tears that continued to come. Finally, they were gone and Jessie forced herself to move towards Jason's bedside where he was lying very still. The monitor next to his bed screamed that his heart had not beaten in a minute, and it was that noise that broke Jessie.

She threw herself across Jason's body, crying, "You can't die! You have to wake up!" Sobs tore at her throat and she buried her face in his neck, which was still warm. "I need you," she cried softly. "I need you to stay with me."

Jessie, without thinking about what she was doing, leaned up and kissed him firmly, her hand resting gently on his cheek as though it would hold all of him, his head and his life, right there if she hung on. Jessie broke the kiss when the tears poured forth again and she whispered, "I love you."

With that, she ran from the room. She ran from the horror of seeing the only person she had ever loved dead. And, she ran from herself, knowing that she had become a different, more confident person in the time that she had spent with Jason.

Her sobs were so loud as she ran from the room that she failed to hear the heart monitor give a very short beep….

A/N: Duh duh duh DUH! Well, do you all feel better now that there's a chance?? This chapter was fun to write, and I hope that you guys enjoyed it. Please review!!!!! It's really important to me! :D (And yes, the ending scene did indeed come from Just Like Heaven, though I modified it slightly.)