Large white doors swing open from a paramedic bed being shoved through. Two EMT's started shouting for help as they pushed the young man on the bed through the emergency room. Nurses came running, any available doctors rushed over.

"What's his status?" One of the doctors demanded.

"Erratic pulse, blood pressure 120 over 65. We had to resuscitate him one on the way over." The female EMT answered.

"What happened?"

"Allergic reaction to sesame. He was at a shelter eating and fell over and started to seizure."

"Trauma two is open," one of the remaining nurses told them.

The four of them, the two EMT's, a doctor and a nurse, directed the patient to the trauma room two. As they were grabbing equipment, the young man flat lined. "Paddles, quick."

One of the EMT's cut away the rest of the shirt as the nurse handed the doctor the paddles and squirted gel on one of them. "Give me 200," the doctor said rubbing the paddles together.

"Clear."

Everyone stepped back as the doctor placed the paddles on the boy, the shock causing his body to leap off the table. "Again." The four of the medical personal tried to revive the boy three more times.

"400, one more try and then we'll call time of death." He laced the paddles on the boy once more. "Clear."

"Ouch! If that leaves a bruise, I'm gonna sue."

The doctor sighed, "time of death, 6:29 pm." He looked at the EMT's, "did he have any identification on him?"

"Wait. Dead?"

Both of them shook their heads, the female spoke up. "None, no one at the shelter knew him either."

"Hello I'm right here." The man waved his arms back and forth.

The doctor shook his head. "Probably a runaway, have the police get his fingerprints." He told the nurse.

"Hey, why aren't you listening to….me?" He finished as the doctor walked right through him. "Oh shit." He said when he saw his body laying on the table. He quickly followed the doctor out which wasn't to hard considering that he went straight through the door.

The police came and took fingerprints from his body with the promise of calling them immediately if something came up or not. It didn't take long before they called back.

"Doctor Russell?" A voice asked as it as he was handed the phone.

"Yes?"

"This is Officer Heron, I'm calling about your John Doe patient. He wasn't in our system."

The boy was standing right next to the doctor and heard this. He snorted, "of course I wouldn't, I've never done anything. If you wanted my name all you had to do was ask. Wait, you can't, I'm dead." He hit himself on the forehead, "silly me."

The boy left the doctor standing at the phone and walked around. He didn't quite get what he was still doing here, was this another version of hell? He found the front doors. He head straight to them and just as he was about to run through them, he hit something and he flew backwards twenty feet. "What the hell?" He scrambled to his feet. Walking slowly back to the doors, he held his hand out in front of him. Just inches from the door he was stopped again. He couldn't touch the door; it was like there was a barrier over it. "Oh no."

He turned around and ran to the other end of the hospital, running through people, walls, whatever was in his way. He slowed down when he reach the other set of doors. Once again he held out his hand and once again he encountered a barrier. "Dammit!" He swore. He ran again finding the stairs and climbing them until he came to the third floor. He ran aimlessly until he came to a random room and went to the window.

He took a deep breath. His arm rose up and stretched out to the window. His fingers were trembling until the once again encountered the surface keeping him from leaving. He fell to his knees and slammed his fisted hands onto the ground. "Why can't I leave?" He rocked back on his heels, leaning against the wall. He shut his eyes and just sat there thinking, not noticing that there was a patient in the room until she spoke.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked, watching him with a wary eye.

The boy looked up and would have lost his breath, if he could breathe.

The girl sitting in the bed was possibly the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. Her golden hair curled around her oval face and stopped right below her shoulders. Her wide, light green eyes look at him with distrust over her small nose and full red lips. She was curvy from what he could tell, hidden in a hospital gown. She wasn't by any means fat, but she wasn't anorexic like most of the girls he had encountered in his life. Her peaches and cream skin was flawless.

Then it hit him.

"Wait you can see me?"

"Well, duh, your sitting right there. Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"Probably because I'm dead."

She looked at him in disbelief, "no your not, I wouldn't be able to see you then."

One of the nurses came in at that moment. She saw her patient staring at the corner by the window. "Are you ok, your pulse is picking up."

The girl's eyes went from the corner to the nurse, mostly because the boy had straightened up and was now standing next to the nurse. "I-I thought I saw someone."

The nurse frowned and looked around the room. "There's no one here, Alexandria." She told her not seeing the boy waving his arms and jumping up and down in front of her eyes.

He stopped jumping around and looked at her. "Alexandria, that's a beautiful name. It suits you." He spotted the clock on the wall and he looked like he just remembered he had something to do. He disappeared through the wall, "I'll be right back." He told her poking his head back in.

"I guess I was still dreaming," she told the nurse staring at the spot he had just left from.

The boy had gone back down stairs to the emergency room to see what they were doing with his body. When he found out he was being put in the freezer for the time being, he left again and went back to find Alexandria. He walked up the three flights of stairs and found himself looking at the ICU sign. He walked through every room until he came face to face with her.

"I was wondering if you were going to comeback." She told him.

He smirked, "did you miss me already?"

"Not really I just wanted to ask you a question or two."

He placed a hand over his chest, "you wound me." He grinned at her, "you can ask me a couple questions as long as I can ask you some."

"Deal." She stuck out her hand.

The boy come forward, he placed his hand next to hers. She tried to grasp his hand and failed, but he wrapped his fingers around her delicate hands and shook it slightly.

"Well that's a new development. You're the first person I've been able to touch." He said in amazement.

Alexandria withdrew her hand and examined it, "but I can't touch you." She looked up and he though he saw sadness in her eyes but then she smiled and it was gone. "Ok first question, what's your name?"

He hesitated, just barely. "Joey Brendan Williams. What's your full name?"

"Alexandria Michelle Corbin, for the sake of my sanity, call me Alex or Lexie."

Joey threw up his hand in a mock salute, "yes ma'am."

Alex let out a giggle, "wow you're strange. But I guess that's expected, you're still here." She paused, "there's a good question, why are you still here?"

"The heck if I know. I've been waiting for that beam of light to shine down upon me and take me to heaven." He was circling is finger in the air above his head. "Or for the ground to open up and me going to hell for eternity." He sat down in the chair next to her bed. "How about you, why are you here?"

Alex looked down at her lap, fiddling with the blanket. When she didn't answer him, he placed a hand over hers, causing her to look up at him. She took a deep breath, "I have a weak heart. I might not live much longer. The doctors were surprised that I lived this long." A tear fell from her eye. "I don't want to die." Her breathing was starting to get erratic.

Joey looked at the machine in alarm as it showed her heart rate beginning to pick up. "Alex, Alex you have to calm down. Breath with me." He grabbed head with both hands and forced her to look in his eyes. "Breath in." He inhaled and smiled as she took in a shaky breath. "And out." He slowly let it out. They breathed together a couple more times until she was breathing properly. "There, that wasn't so bad."

Alex managed a weak smile when the door to her private room flew open and the nurse rushed in. "Are you ok? What happened?"

"B-bad dream." She told the nurse in a wobbly voice.

The nurse looked sympathetic, "its ok, dreams can't hurt you." She smoothed back the hair on Alex's head. "I have to take your vitals now anyhow, does anything hurt now though?"

Alex nodded, "my chest is aching."

The nurse frowned, "I'll get you some painkillers, but they will put you to sleep. Are you fine with that?"

She nodded. "Its like you said, dreams can't hurt me."

The nurse smiled again and returned to making sure her patient was as healthy as she could be. She left and returned a minute later with a syringe. "This is morphine, it will take away the pain and make you sleep." She told Alex again as if asking for her permission. When she nodded, the nurse injected the medicine into the IV and left, shutting the door behind her.

It didn't take long for it to take affect. "Joey?" She asked murmured.

"Yes?" He said leaning forward.

"Don't leave me."

"I won't." Joey took her hand and twined their fingers, "I'll be right here." He whispered in her ear.