Hi! Long time, no type. How ya been? Really? Wow.

So it's finals time at my school, and ALL of my classes have assigned these giant projects that we're doing instead of tests on the final days, so I've been SUPER busy! Like seriously, I'm not even done yet, and my first final is on Friday...I really should be working on that instead of this...

Anywho...Putting aside my bad school work ethics

I saw both Iron Man 3 and Star Trek 2 this past week. Both are good movies. You should go watch them. I'd suggest Star Trek in 3D, that's how I watched it, and it was epic. In fact, in commemoration of the movie, I am getting my Star Trek obsessed father tribbles for father's day.

I also saw the Doctor Who finale. That was just...wow...I STILL don't get what the eff happened. But it was good. Little creepy, but good. And this is from a only kinda-sorta fan.

So back to the story. Sorry it took so long. Between finals work and writer's block, I've been totally stuck. But stuck no more! Without further ado, here is chapter 3:

"You…can you see me?" I asked, slowly getting up. He squinted at me, as if trying to see me better, then looked wildly around the room. His eyes rested on my comatose body. He shook his head with an "I've gone crazy" look on his face and started to leave the room.

"Wait! Come back! You with the auburn hair!" I called out, and he froze. He slowly turned around and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Who said that?" He asked quietly, his expression a mask.

"Okay. Apparently youcan't see me, but you can hear me. Interesting…My name's Hannah. What's yours?"

"Hannah?" He glanced in the direction of my chart, before looking back in my direction. "As in Hannah Brown?"

"That'd be me." How the hell'd he read my chart from all the way over there? Oh, who cares! He can hear me, and he's alive!

"But…you're in a coma…on that bed…over there…" He seemed as lost as I was.

"Welcome to my world. I'm still trying to figure that part out. But who are you? And why are you the only person in this entire hospital that can hear me?"

"That's…I don't understand…" He whipped out a cell phone and dialed a number. The person answered within the first two rings. "Carlisle. Come to..." He looked out the door back at the room number on the wall. "Room 23. There's something I need to talk to you about." With that, he hung up. Moments later, Doctor Cullen walked in the door, looking concerned.

"Edward? What is it?" Doctor Cullen asked. The guy I now knew was Edward looked at Dr. Cullen, to my comatose body, to me, and back to Doctor Cullen.

"I'm…not sure." Edward said.

"Explain it to me, maybe I can help you figure it out." Doctor Cullen suggested. I suddenly sensed many more years of experience from the doctor than his appearance let on.

"I can hear her," Edward began, looking at my comatose body. "But I hear her from over there." He pointed to where I was now standing, which was halfway across the room from the bed. "This has never happened before. I don't understand what's going on." Carlisle looked over to where I was, and he squinted, trying to see me.

"Guess you can't see me either." I sighed. "And if I remember correctly, you can't hear me, can you Doctor Cullen?" I asked rhetorically.

"Do you know her?" Edward asked Doctor Cullen.

"Yes and no. She's my newest patient, but she's been in the coma since before she arrived. We never met." Doctor Cullen said, looking lost in thought.

"He can't see me, but I can see him. Wow, does that make me feel like a stalker." I commented. Edward's eyes flashed to me and back to Doctor Cullen, and I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. "Soo…are you two related or something?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Edward answered my question after a moment of hesitation. "No. Carlisle adopted me."

"Really? You're both pale as all get out and have gold eyes. I figure that you'd be his kid or something." Then I realized something. "So is there a reason why the good doctor isn't surprised that you can hear me, or that you're talking to no one? Cause that would get most people to lock you in a mental institution…" Before Edward could even open his mouth to answer, or to not answer, Doctor Cullen spoke up.

"Does she have any theories on why this is happening?" Edward opened his mouth to answer, but I interrupted him.

"He could just ask me, you know. Just because he can't hear me doesn't mean I can't hear him." I said, miffed again. "And I actually do have one. I think this is what's known as an 'out of body experience'."

"An out of body experience?" Edward asked.

"Yes. My body is over there, and I am out of it. But I'm still alive; that heart monitor proves it. It's probably happening because of those head injuries I got. Plus, it explains why I can see things." I explained, feeling proud of myself for coming up with this. Edward explained my idea to Doctor Cullen, as well as my statement about him talking to me, and they both contemplated it.

"That is…plausible. It's worth looking into." Doctor Cullen said after a while. "Do you—" He was interrupted by the sound of his pager going off. He quickly looked at it, before looking apologetically in my direction, though not quite at me. "I'm sorry. Another patient needs me."

"But what about me?" I asked, my heart sinking.

"She wants to know what's going to happen with her." Edward stated.

"Hmm. For now, Edward and I will try to research what is going on with you." Dr. Cullen said, before heading towards the door.

"So what am I supposed to do, while you're researching?!" I demanded. Edward repeated my demand perfectly, his voice showing my frustration.

"I'm honestly not sure. I'm afraid I can't think of any way that you'd be able to help. Perhaps just try to get some rest? Hopefully your condition will heal and fix itself on its own." Dr. Cullen shot me one more apologetic look before walking out the door, Edward right behind him. I just stood there, staring incredulously at the door for a few more moments, before flopping back down on the chair.

"Just great."

So yeah. It didn't turn out exactly how i wanted it to, but I couldn't think of anything better, and I figured that you had waited long enough.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Meh? I'd love to know. Review please.

Does anybody have any ideas or theories for the story? I'd love to see those too.

So anyone who actually read this far down, I figure I'll tell you that the wolf will reappear in either the next chapter or the chapter after that.

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