I started thinking about the situation, about Jack being in my brain, and a million thoughts started flooding in. If this was true, why didn't he know about the wedding plans I was making or the email from immigration? He must not know everything, there has to be some kind of trigger…

Just then there was a small knock the door, then it opened a small bit. Doctor O'Casey poked his head in and asked if he could come in.

"Sure, some on in," I said. Jack let go of my hand and backed up as the doc walked to my bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, "mind if I have a look?"

"I don't feel too bad, and there isn't any pain," I informed him. I pulled the blanket down and pulled my hospital gown up to show him. Both of us let out a small gasp, and we looked at each other, mouths wide open.

"How?" he asked me, but I had no answers.

"How what?" Jack asked, not knowing why we were so confused. Jack walked over and looked down, the same look appearing on his face as soon as he saw what we saw.

My wound was completely healed. There was no scar.

I immediately thought of that fleeting memory from when I asked when I could go home and Jack mentioned complications. I remembered now why that flashed in and out of my head. I had just read about rapid healing in the Book of Angels.

According to the book, the more in-tune a Nephilim is with his angelic side, the faster his body will heal. This was the first substantial injury I had gotten since I really learned to channel my Nephilim side. I still had no answers for the doctor, though, who still stood next to me, eyes wide with curiosity and wonder. There was no way I was going to tell him that I am part angel, so I have the healing capabilities to rival those of Wolverine.

"I don't know, doc… must be a miracle or somethin'…" was all I could muster.

The doctor touched the area where the incision was made, then pushed a little. "Does that hurt?" he asked, to which I shook my head 'no'.

I explained that I was in a slight bit of pain when I woke up and sat up, but I hadn't moved in a while, and that now I was in no pain at all.

"Well, I want to keep you for a little while for observation. I can't explain it, I don't understand it, but that doesn't change the fact that you have no wounds. I will schedule an ultrasound, and if that comes back good, I will let you go home."

"Sounds great!" I said, looking at Jack as he nodded his head. He smiled at me nervously.

In less than an hour, someone came in to take me to ultrasound. I was completely capable of walking, but the nurse insisted that I ride in a wheelchair, babbling some nonsense about "post-op protocol".

The ultrasound results took almost no time to come back, and Dr. O'Casey came in to personally hand me my discharge papers. I walked out of the hospital, Jack's hand in mine, smiling.

Once we got in the car, I could feel the tension. The air was thick with nervous energy, and I was waiting for Jack to talk first. I was glancing at him occasionally from the passenger's seat.

Jack let out a long sigh.

"Okay, I guess we should talk about the whole 'reading your thoughts' thing," Jack said quietly.

"Ya think?" I said, trying my best not to sound sarcastic and annoyed. "Look, Jack," I continued, and placed my hand on his thigh. I could feel him relax a little. "Things like this are bound to happen. There could be a number of things that can trigger it, we just need to narrow it down. First, you need to tell me when it started," I said quietly, looking directly at him.

Jack only threw a quick glance in my direction every once in a while as he drove. He looked deep in thought. He took a quick breath and glanced over at me. "Okay, here's the deal. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what it was. It could have been Sean fucking with me, it could have been the angel demon thing, it could have been the soulmate thing... at one point I thought all the stress and demon stuff was legitimately making me crazy, so I just didn't say anything. I wanted to wait to see if I could see any patterns or triggers."

"It doesn't happen all the time, and when it does happen, it's almost like I am hearing a recording or a record player. It isn't clear at all... Just the opposite. It is very distant sounding and scratchy, kind of like echoes of whispers."

Jack paused, licked his lips, ran his fingers through his hair, then continued, "I wanted to understand what was happening. I knew it was you I was hearing, I just didn't know why or if it was really you or my own brain fucking with me, or Sean... " Jack trailed off.

I rubbed my hand on his thigh, partially to soothe him but mostly just so I could feel something solid and real. "How has it come to this?" I whispered. "One day I was just a nerd working in a book store and the next day you entered my life and turned it upside down..."

Jack cracked a smile. "If I recall correctly, you were the one that did the life-flipping by reading that book. I was just an innocent bystander!" I chuckled and squeezed his knee.

"Jack, it's okay. Really. I was kind of blind sided and on a bunch of pain meds and my brain couldn't comprehend what was happening. I was confused, and kind of hurt. But I'm good... we're good. I just want to figure out what it is causing it, and I want you to tell me when it happens so we can figure it out. Together."