Hi guys. It's me again. Littleditto.

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I forgot to do this last chapter, but I'll do it now. I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters. SM has full rights. I just own the Browns, and random hospital people that will start to appear in this chapter.

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Onto this story:

The person lying in the bed, getting all that treatment while I was just sitting here, was undoubtedly me. From her short black hair, to her pale skin, to her unintimidating height, to just the general look of her face, that was me. The me on the bed was more beat up than what I was used to, what with bruises all over her skin and a large gash on her forehead that was sealed up with stitches. But she looked so serene as she slept there on the hospital bed, showing no signs of pain or even discomfort.

I couldn't drag my eyes away from the sight in front of me.

"A…a coma? My daughter is in a…coma?" Mom whispered.

"Yes." Dr. Cullen said softly.

"W-…How long until she wakes up?"

"Unfortunately, there is no way to tell. A coma can last from a matter of days to a matter of years. Some people never wake up from them." Dr. Cullen explained. I heard Mom gasp, and managed to drag my eyes away from her—the me in the bed—in order to see Mom turn and start sobbing into my father's chest. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair in an attempt to comfort her, looking devastated himself.

I couldn't stand being in here anymore. I needed out. I quickly turned at walked towards the door, planning on opening it, but somehow finding myself outside the door before I even reached for the handle. Briefly the thought of my just walking straight through the door like a ghost ran through my mind, but I was too overwhelmed to freak out over it and the thought disappeared.

I stumbled over to the wall opposite my room, leaning back on it. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on trying to wake up. I slowly, hesitantly, opened my eyes, only to squeeze them shut again when I saw I was still in the hospital. After another few moments, I opened my eyes again, and groaned when the hospital was still there.

"Okay, really time to wake up now." I muttered, pinching myself as hard as I could. It hurt, but I was still here. I was really standing here in this hospital.

Feeling the sudden overwhelming need to confirm that I was still alive, I quickly checked my pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when it was still strong in my wrist. That relief was quickly washed away, however, when I looked back at the room where Dr. Cullen was still talking to my parents about my…condition.

Oh, man. What in the world is going on…I turned around so I was facing the wall, not able to bear looking at the room any longer. I slammed my fist into the wall, just feeling the need to take my anger and frustration out on something. It didn't help. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees, my head falling into my hands.

"Are you alright, dear?" A voice called out from nearby. My eyes flew open, and I whipped my head to the side. Standing next to me was this little old lady, looking down at me with concern.

"You…can see me?" I whispered. She smiled gently.

"Yes. I can see—" Before she even finished her sentence, I flew at her and hugged her tightly. And I just started sobbing. The kind old woman gently wrapped her arms around me, murmuring soft words of comfort. And I just kept crying. Vaguely, as I cried, I heard the door to my room open, and some footsteps from down the hall running towards us, followed by some talking, and one set of footsteps walking away; but I ignored it all.

A short while later, my sobs turned to sniffles, and my tears stopped flowing. I was still feeling overwhelmed, but I couldn't bear to just keep standing here and crying. I slowly let go of the woman and stood up straight, wiping my cheeks dry.

"Feeling any better?" The old woman asked. I hesitated, but shook my head no. She gave me a sad smile. "Don't worry. You'll come to terms with it soon."

"Come to terms with what? Do you know what's going on here? What happened to me?" I pleaded.

The old woman looked at me sadly. "You're dead, sweetie." The old woman said, pity in her eyes.

I'm…dead?

No…that's not…I'm not…

"No. I can't be dead…"

"It's true. It's why no one can see you or hear you. Why you're lying on the bed, yet standing right here. You're a ghost. Find what's holding you here and try to move on to the afterlife. My daughter's what's holding me here. I left her with a mess of financial problems, and I can't move on until I know that she'll be alright. What about you? What do you think you're unfinished business is?" The kind old woman asked.

"But you can see me…" I said, unwilling to accept what she said.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm dead too." The woman laughed gently. "Hmm…perhaps your business has to do with that young man outside your room over there? He looks like he cares about you. Were you two related somehow; a boyfriend, perhaps?" She pointed over at the boy from before, who was staring inside the room my body was in with a mournful expression. I just stared at him for a moment, anger building.

"That damned bastard! What the hell is he doing there?! If he's what's keeping me here, it's so that I can kill the damned bastard!" I screeched. The old woman looked at me in shock. "He's the reason I'm in this fucking mess! If it weren't for him, I'd be back in my parents' car on my way to my grandma's house by now! He's the reason I was on that damned road when that van came through!"

"Language!" The old lady chastised. I turned on her and opened my mouth to retort, but quickly closed my mouth when I realized it probably wouldn't be the best idea to mouth off to the only person who could see me. I screamed in frustration, pulling at my hair, then started pacing while muttering under my breath.

The old woman eyed me warily. "It seems you're not quite ready to accept things yet. Whenever you're ready to talk, I usually stay on this floor of the hospital. Come find me at any time." She gave me one last worried look before walking away and going around a corner.

I glanced once more in her direction, before glaring at wolf boy while I paced. My mutterings slowly became more violent as I contemplated all the ways I could get my revenge. But really, there was nothing I could do to the bastard until I figured out what was going on, and people could see and hear me again.

I jumped when my parents exited the room, Mom looking like she was about to break down again at any moment. It pained me to see her like that, and I longed for a way to assure her that I was fine, and standing right here. But there was nothing I could do.

"Uhh—Um…" Wolf boy stuttered, getting the attention of my parents. Both looked pained upon seeing him.

"H-…how is she?" Wolf boy asked. Mom started sobbing again, and was once more gathered into my father's arms.

"She-…she's in a…coma…" Dad choked out. Wolf boy didn't look surprised, just pained. I guess he had already heard about it. Then why did he ask? Did he think my parents would magically have more information? And why the hell did he even care? "The doctors don't know when she'll wake up. Days. Weeks. Years. They said that there's...that there's a chance that she might never..." Dad broke off, not able finish. "It's only a small chance, but..."

Wolf boy's face dropped, and his expression was nothing but horror. And then his face looked tortured as first his arms then his whole body started shaking. He turned around and bolted down the hallway and out of sight without another word, but I could swear I heard him sob.

I turned around to see Dad leading Mom away down the opposite hallway. He whispered something in her ear, and she leaned against him as they rounded the corner. I just stood there in the hallway, not sure what was going on, or what to do.

After another moment, I heard a mournful wolf howl nearby, and I jumped. Did the wolves here really get so close to civilization? I shuddered at the thought, before deciding to go back into…my room.

I walked forwards, hesitating right in front of the door. My logical side said walking through the door was impossible. Another part of me said I could do it now since I did it before. I hesitated, backed up a few steps, and walked forwards again. I smacked into the door and fell backwards onto my rear. Annoyed, I stood up and tried to grab the door handle. My hand went right through it. Angry, I started banging on the door. Let me in, damn it!

I squeaked as I fell through the door and landed face-first on the ground inside the room, and a small stream of curses left my lips. I pulled myself off the ground and started walking towards the bed, but quickly turned around when I once again saw who was in it.

Me.

How the hell is this possible? I mean seriously; how the hell is this possible?! I know I'm not dead, like the old lady said; the beeping heart monitor proves that. But what am I then? What is going on with me? I paced back and forth as I tried to figure it out, growing more and more distressed.

I practically threw myself into the nearby chair, curling up in a ball and pulling on my hair in frustration.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?!" I half shrieked half sobbed. I was about to succumb to despair when the door suddenly opened. I looked up to see auburn hair attached to a very pale face poke in the room. He looked around with his golden eyes, concern his most dominant feature. He looked around the room, and his expression changed to confusion. He took a step inside the room, looking around again.

"Hello?" He asked, his voice like music.

"Hello." I answered sarcastically, knowing he wouldn't hear me. To my shock, his eyes snapped to the chair where I was sitting, and I saw a trace of fear in his eyes. "You…can you see me?"

OMG! There are

~dun dun duuh~

Ghosts in the hospital! And Hannah can see and interact with them!

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-littleditto