Title: Spirit World

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: PG-13

Summary: "Your daughter is in perfect health…aside from the fact that she seems to be in a coma." Written in Jake's POV.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to Meg Cabot. So don't sue.

Author's note: Okay, in this story, I'm assuming that Paul, Father Dominic and Jesse have all found out that Paul's grandfather is a mediator/shifter. I'll try to update often, but I've got two other unfinished stories to work on.

"Is she going to die?"

All of us looked at David, whose skin was milky-white beneath his freckles.

The doctor didn't give us a comforting lie. "We don't know that yet."

They said that before with Mom…

As the doctor left, we all just stared at each other. Mom unsteadily went to a chair and sat down. The worst thing is the silence…

There was a long pause.

Dad looked blankly at the forms the nurse had handed him. "I should go and fill these out," he muttered hoarsely. He sat in the chair next to Mom and started filling them out.


Hours later, a different doctor showed up.

"What's going on?" Mom asked.

The doctor sighed. "Mrs. Ackerman, I'm going to be blunt with you. We have run every test we can think of. Your daughter is in perfect health...aside from the fact that she seems to be in a coma."

"That doesn't make any sense," Dad said, confused. As we all were.

"Well, neither does her condition. We have no idea why she won't wake up. She should be awake right now-but she's not."

We all just stared at him blankly.

"I've called in a neurologist. She should be finished shortly. But as I've said, there appears to be no reason why she won't regain consciousness."


We went in to see her.

There were about a million machines she was hooked up to. Her skin was slightly pale.


Mom broke down and starts to sob. David started silently crying too. Tears were flowing freely down his face. I looked at Brad. He looked as dazed and lost as I felt.


Several hours and doctors later, we finally went home. Mom stayed behind, in case something changed.

The four of us walked in the door. "I should, uh, somebody should call her friends," Dad mumbled.

"I'll do it," I said. I'm not quite sure why I volunteered. Probably because I realized that my dad was about ready to crack.



I took a deep breath. In. Out.

"Is-Cee Cee Webb there?"


"It's Jake. Jake Ackerman. Suze's brother?"

A faint chuckle on the other end. "I know who you are, Jake. What's up?"

"It's-it's…" Stop. Breathe. In. Out. "It's Suze," you said finally.

"What's wrong? Is she all right?" Her voice was panicked. Just like your grandparents when…

"No. No, she's…she's not okay. She's uh…she's in..." A coma, Jake. Just say it. Your little sister is in a coma and all you have to fucking do is breathe, dammit.

"She's in a coma, Cee Cee."

For a moment, all you could hear was the shuddering gasps on the other end. "You can't-no. No."

You're lying...I don't believe you...Mommy's just fine...she has to be...

"Cee Cee...it's true." No matter how much you want it not to be.

"What-what happened? Was there an accident?"

"No, uh...Dave went up to her room and couldn't get her up. We called 911...she's in a coma. The doctors don't know what's wrong with her and-" My voice broke.

You heard a soft sob. "It'll be okay," you told Cee Cee, giving her an empty lie.

"You don't really know that," Cee Cee whispered.

"No," you admitted. "I don't."