Jane Doe, this name is a clear identification to those who doesn't have identifications, Ironic. I, kind of, felt nice to feel that right now...being in this ghostly state, no one knows me. It was perfect to be stranger for the world and find those very particular one or two who might pray for me. It was past midnight of 5th September, now becoming 6th. Yes, it took me more than 4days to wake up since my accident happened. I was still sitting in the reception area of the hospital thinking bizarre things and keenly observing the hospital members, be it the staff or the patient or their families. There were just alot of people feeling variant emotions...all at the same place. I even heard gossips of staffs which made me know that Dr.George O'Malley and Dr.Meredith Grey, who were on my.....I mean my body's case, are interns of the surgical program. They had only one Jane Doe in the hospital who was never mentioned again...not at least in front of me. Invisible me, precisely!

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind and opened my eyes in horror and big question. How come they didn't get any information about me when they have my purse. Interns...of course.
Then I remembered that I always carry just my ID in the purse, that too in the hidden pocket of it which is upside down of the purse, to never loose it. They probably wouldn't have found it. I don't carry papers or other identification stuffs. Hmm...that explains the Jane Doe-ing of Iris Stevens.
But wait, they must have found my cell. Oh my god, that would give them all the information about me and they will just find me out and contact my mother and oh...god....she will be devastated. It couldn't happen.

I rose from the chair and held the corners of wall. I put the hood, attached to my t-shirt, right on and pulled all my hair in order to cover my face. Yeah yeah I know I'm INVISIBLE, don't you think I don't know that. It's just, maybe someone somewhere might be thinking of me. Maybe. It's good to have hopes right. I'm just being prepared.

So I started walking towards my COMA room hiding-ly despite the fact that I was non-existing already. I entered my room slowly as there was barely anyone in the corridor. I immediately took my purse, turned it down and zipped it open and pulled the ID out. Then I searched for my phone and I found it on the nightstand only beside my clothes, half broken already. I immediately opened the back cover and pulled the Sim chip out of it and smashed it on the wall quite a few more times to break it more. It must have been cussing me.

Flushing the shredded ID card by the surgical scissor and the Sim chip too, I walked out of the lavatory once again checking my whole identification going down to the gutter. I heaved a sigh of relief and sat beside my body. Was feeling too tired.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Iris I did this to you" I told to myself which I know I'll be laughing at two hours later but I just couldn't stop myself after looking at the pathetic situation of my own laid there. I looked at it for a minute more and then suddenly Angela stroke my mind and I decided to leave the room before my stupid week mind start another drama of killing of ghost me even.

I walked out and saw the watch, it showed 12:45am. I sighed. I was fed up of sitting in the hospital now, it doesn't make any sense. I reached the reception and looked at the entry gate. I knew, outside, it was going to be sheer darkness and loneliness once again. But I had to fill up myself with hope and hope that I would find someone.

I lethargically walked till the door when I saw a man coming towards the hospital. A sudden rush went inside my entire body once I recognised the man. It was Derek. Derek Woods. What was he coming here for?, Not for me, I was sure. At first I thought of hiding somewhere and see what was he here for, but then I thought he wouldnt't be thinking about me so save the effort. I was thinking all this only forgetting the fact that he was pacing fastly and suddenly he dazzled me reaching so closer.

"Iris...finally..." He said.
I couldn't believe my ears. I saw him raising his hands and holding my shoulders. I felt the touch. The human touch. He was thinking about me. ME...Iris...Me. I couldn't stop myself from crying. Tears spilled out nonchalantly. It was the most unexpected thing and it shook me down to top.

"Iris...are you fine...hey...why are you crying..what's wrong.." he said zooming me a little towards him holding me firmly. I could see the tension, the worry in his eyes. I couldn't reply to him not even by actions, let alone speaking anything. I just kept staring at him and cried. My outburst got heavier and heavier for me to carry now. I didn't know I was having so much inside me about my loneliness that I would burst like this finding someone caring about me. How useless and not-cared-at-all you feel sometimes in the world, when clearly it's not true. Someone somewhere somehow cares for you.

My cries increased along with the choking breathe, hiccups and running nose. I hugged Derek. I couldn't think of anything else, that man, holding me, Was seemingly scared about my absurd behavior. I had to assure him.
He was amused with my action, I could sense his firm body going still once I clung my arms around his torso and dived my head in his neck. After a second or two, his hands moved from my shoulders to my bodice and head.

"Sshhh...relax...it's fine...it's all fine...you are fine..ohkay.." he purred in my ears whispering and that's the moment when I realised what I was actually doing. I got all uncomfortable knowing who he is yet feeling more than comfortable in his arms.
We stayed at the exit door hugging beneath the red light of the door for like a minute. I parted slowly and then I realised about our closeness which got my breathe hitched for a second. I couldn't look up to him.

"Why...were you here...?" He asked. I looked up at him. Now what am I supposed to tell him? I looked everywhere but him for a few seconds and then nervously replied " umm... pregnancy issues...normal pregnancy issues what else..." and shrugged my shoulders to make it really obvious and make him feel stupid for asking it at first place.

"Well...you could have informed me..or...Cristina..or your friends...anyone. We got worried about you, you dodged a whole week and your phone was off all this time."
Everyone was worried!!! Oh...what a delight to hear that!

"So...you came looking for me..?" I still wanted to be assured.

"Of course, who else is carrying a big fat bump and disappearing from the office and home for all the working days of the week?" He replied coldly. I gulped and looked down.

"Let's get you home" he said. I looked up at him with horror immediately. Home! What if Mrs.Webber wasn't thinking of me. She won't be seeing me, and Derek will know everything. I started panicking about the failure of the plan on the first day itself.

"Stevens...?? What are you thinking?" He asked looking at me. I looked at him and then nodded away. Can't say no to him, he might doubt.

"Nothing...nothing...let's go.." I said pasting a smile on my face.

It was a silent drive with me looking outside the dark streets speaking language of tranquility only. I felt like I saw some weird people walking in different streets but Derek was driving fast so I couldn't see properly.
We paced through the Brooklyn streets and just when I saw my home was near, I asked him to pull over.

"What...why? I can leave you to your home" he said. I nodded my head...woof this was getting difficult.

"No no Derek...ah I mean Mr......Mr.Woods. I'll go by myself, you don't have to come in. Actually.... actually my landlady..yeah she is kinda rude judgy person so I avoid conflicts. You understand..." I tried to fool him and I succeeded. Well, doesn't feel so good, morally.

"Alright....if you say so." He said brooding a little. I looked at his face again, I was leaving the only man who was taking care of me at the moment. Next minute, I'm out of the car. He, without even waving goodbye, returned his car away from my sight.

It's not that Brooklyn falls pit silent and spooky at nights, but it was yet less travelled. I looked around me and didn't find anyone in particular. The yellow street lights were illuminating but more like adding fuel of the fear-y fire of mine.
I started walking slowly towards my apartment, hoping that Mrs.Webber was not thinking about me. Bizarrely the way seemed more longer than I presumed it to be. I kept staring here and there clutching my bump as tightly as I could and walked as quickly as I could. Suddenly my eyes fell on someone standing at the end of the street. It's an absolute gift that you instantly get a vibe from a person, which actually makes you judgy at first but if they say FIRST IMPRESSION IS THE LAST IMPRESSION, they mean it. The thrilled fear which ran down from my hairline to the toes after seeing that man looking at me in most weird ways, just made me squeak a little. I clamped my mouth shut with my one hand while clutching the baby with the other, I ran towards Mrs.Webber's home.

Kaboom! I didn't have the keys because I left the stupid purse in the hospital only. Not having too much time to think because that man was constantly gazing me, I started knocking the door, in fact, started hammering the door with my hands.

"Mrs.Webber..." I yelled although I knew if she wasn't willing to see me, she wouldn't listen to even a single bit of my efforts. But hope is a big thing and keeping that only I begged to....god?....I don't know...someone in power...to make her think of me and open the door. I was shit scared albeit the fact that there's nothing more danger one could harm me as I'm dead already.

"Stop barking Iris or I'm not opening the door" oh my god...oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Mrs. Liz Webber actually thought for me. Guess I killed myself for really nothing..I wasn't that alone as I presumed myself to be. I stopped the knocking and turned to look at the man, he started walking towards me still gazing me. I was sweating already and just about time I suddenly felt a sudden pang of hurt in my abdomen....insides. Was that a kick from the baby? My baby's first kick! Does that....does that mean it is scared too? Oh I was so hung onto Mrs.Webber to open the door as fast as she could. The guy was not hurrying, was the only relief for me.

The knob turned and the doors flung open. Mrs.Webber was standing in front of me. I hugged her. Can't not hug her. She stayed there for a few seconds and then withdrew in annoyance.

"Once this creature is out of your vagina girl, mind me saying this, I'll myself kick you out of this house...you are the most annoying person in the earth....even Jamie says that..." She started yelling but I couldn't help but smile and touch her cheeks and run above to my rooms.

"I'll call your mother if you'll be found missing for five days and then suddenly come one day almost breaking my door and waking me and Jamie from the sleep next time...and....I ..." And the voice trailed off till I entered my room and closed the door, I always keep a spare key beneath the doormat, in case someone wanted to crash in and wait for me...someone who loved me. Horseshit? I know right.

The moment I turned away from the door, my heart skipped a beat. I saw three strangers, two men and a women sitting on my bed looking at me bizarrely. One of them was the man I just came running from. My mind went so numb that I even forgot to budge from there, let alone opening the door and running away.

There was nothing they were saying or doing or carrying with them which would say they were harmful but something about their looks only was giving me strong vibes that they were not human either.

"Welcome to the dead after club, girl" the woman, in her mid forties, raised from the bed and took her step forward towards me. I stuck my back as much as I could with the door while my hands struggled to search for something like rod or vase or anything like that to hit her head and run but sadly...my room was more of an empty storeroom.

"Uh-uh..don't be scared. We are all the same. I'm Michelle(she forwarded her hand but I was so not comfortable to meet her's, she hesitatingly withdrew) it's alright, you need time...that's all... anyways, meet Mike and John, We are three musketeers. Hehe" and all three of them started laughing.

The hell was happening. Wasn't I supposed to be hidden from everyone?

"I don't understand...how she managed to wake the lady up" said John, the one who was staring my guts down in the street. I gulped. Does that mean they don't know everything? My mind was boggled, I couldn't so far as deem out what to say to them or even react. Only thing I know I did was hold my bump tightly without even realising I did it. I guess my muscle memory registered this action of mine since I've gained senses again.

"Don't tell me you think your baby is fine...!" John said wickedly to me. It gave me the adrenaline rush of such anger that if I were to be in position, I would have knocked him down. I gritted my teeth and looked at him with hateful eyes " NO I don't THINK it is fine...I KNOW it is fine..." I said and felt right about it. No one has the right to say such to me or treat me dead, I mean ohkay technically I'm, but still...I don't want it, not at least from strange ghosts.

They looked at me for a moment and then exchanged looks with each other and then fell into fits of laughter. I grew more agitated with their crooked laughter. It was annoying for me. I gathered my courage and reminded myself...no more harm can be done Iris....!
And yelled " look all of you...whoever you are or whatever this stupid dead afterwards club is....I don't want to be in. I wanna be alone...so before I do start throwing you all out by myself....you all must leave respectfully. Thank you for the introduction!"

They stopped laughing and looked at me with weird eyes dripping with hatred. I knew I just got some enemies..and not even normal one but all I cared about was...I had to stay safe and do my job...which didn't include them.

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Iris got friends now, friends who are like her.

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