Dean and Jenna looked at each other, then back at the girl lying still on the bed, with the doctor trying to restart her heart using a defibrillator.
[Why are you just standing there, Dean? Quickly, tell her to enter the girl's body before it's too late.]
"Oh... r-right," Dean said.
Dean immediately turned to look at Jenna, who was concentrating, watching the doctor and nurses save the girl.
"Jenna, get into that girl's body, quick!" Dean urged.
"Huh... me? How?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah, NS, how? Tell me fast!" Dean yelled in his head.
[Use your scythe, pull her in, quickly! No more time!]
"Ugh... sorry, Jenna," Dean mumbled.
"Eh?" Jenna asked, confused.
Dean pulled out his scythe and hooked the tip onto Jenna's collar. "Hey, what are you doiiiiing?!" Dean swung his scythe, bringing Jenna towards the girl's body. Jenna immediately entered the body of the girl lying on the bed, in the middle of the nurses and doctor.
"Whoaaaaah!"
All the nurses and the doctor's eyes widened as the bloody, injured, messy girl suddenly woke up, gasping, and immediately sat up in bed with wide eyes. All her wounds healed, leaving only bloodstains. The girl turned to look around her with a confused expression. The female doctor, still holding the defibrillator probes, approached and read the girl's name on her patient chart.
"Um... Claire, are you okay? How are you feeling? You just got into a car accident," she stammered, trying to make conversation.
"Oh... Claire? Is my name Claire?" Jenna, in Claire's body, asked.
"You... don't remember your name?" the doctor asked.
Jenna, in Claire's body, turned to look at Dean, who was standing frozen at the end of the bed, invisible to the nurses and doctor. Dean shook his head as if signaling Claire to say, "Yes, I don't remember." Claire turned to look at the doctor and shook her head.
"Oh dear... you lost your memory because of the accident... alright, you need to rest now. Lie down, we've contacted your parents," the doctor said.
"O-okay," Claire said, lying back down.
A nurse came with warm water in a basin and began to clean Claire's body. She looked confused because all of Claire's wounds had simply vanished. Suddenly, Claire sat up again and looked at Dean.
"Dean, come here," Claire said, waving her hand, calling Dean.
All the nurses turned to look at Dean, and they just realized that Dean had been standing behind them all this time. One of the nurses approached Dean.
"Um... who are you?" she asked.
"Oh... I'm..."
"He's my boyfriend... from another school... see, our uniforms are different, right?" Claire interrupted.
"Huh?" Dean asked.
"Oh... alright, please wait until we finish cleaning her and changing her clothes," the nurse replied, finishing her observation of Dean, then went back into the curtained cubicle and closed the curtain.
The nurse allowed Dean to approach Claire after she had been cleaned and given hospital clothes to replace Claire's torn uniform. Seeing Claire's uniform neatly folded on the table next to the bed, Dean realized that the uniform Claire was wearing was from a different school than his. Claire pulled Dean's hand closer.
"Hey... what is this? Why am I in this body? Am I alive again?" Claire whispered, who was actually Jenna.
"Something like that. How does it feel to be alive again?" Dean whispered.
"I don't know... strange... and... maybe good," Claire whispered.
[Alright, it's time for me to work.]
Suddenly, Claire held her head with both hands. Her eyes darted around in confusion. Dean looked confused seeing Claire's confusion.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Th-there's a voice in my head... install... register... half wraith... what does that mean?" Claire asked.
"Oh... just wait until it's done," Dean replied.
Suddenly, "Whoosh!" a hologram screen appeared in front of Claire's face, making Claire jump slightly from her seat in surprise. Dean could also see the screen and read it.
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Name: Claire Anderson (Jenna Anderson)
Age: 18
Race: Half Wraith
Level: 12 (300 / 580)
Power: 2400
Active skills: Shadow cloak, mind control, soul drain
Passive skills: Hyper regeneration, katana mastery
Weapon: Ghost Katana
Debt: $6,000,000
Soul Partner: *new* Dean Wilson
Skill Partnership: *new* Telepathy, new Teleport
Total Debt: *new* $14,000,000
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"Huh... what does this mean, Dean? And why is my last name the same? Isn't this child supposed to have a different family than me?" Claire asked.
"Sorry... I don't understand either... status," Dean replied, opening his own status.
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Name: Dean Wilson
Age: 18
Race: Half Reaper
Level: 30 (2200/20.000)
Power: 6,000
Active skills: Brain control, illusion, vanish, surgery, soul drain
Passive skills: Low presence, hyper regeneration, scythe mastery
Weapon: Death Scythe
Debt: $8,000,000
Soul Partner: *New* Claire Anderson
Skill Partnership: *new* Telepathy, new Teleport
Total Debt: *new* $14,000,000
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"Wait a minute, NS, why is there an accumulated debt like this in my status? And what does 'soul partner' mean?" Dean asked, confused.
[Because a husband has to bear his wife's debt, right?]
"Wh-what?! Husband? What do you mean?" Dean asked, shocked.
"Um... why is there a voice in my head? Is NS in my head?" Claire asked.
[Yes, because I cannot manifest in the real world, but since you are working with Dean, you can hear my voice.]
"Hey, answer my question!" Dean demanded.
[Ah, right. A soul partner is like a wife. You will work together and will never be separated.]
"Damn you... you know I have issues with that. You remember what happened to me before, right?" Dean said angrily.
[Hohoho, don't worry, everything will be fine. Claire isn't like your ex.]
"Um... what are you two talking about?" Claire asked, confused.
"Grrrr... don't worry about it," Dean replied.
[I was just explaining to Dean that a soul partner is a lifelong working companion, so they can be considered a wife.]
"Oh," Claire mumbled, her face starting to blush.
"Don't listen to that, Claire," Dean countered.
"Um... I don't mind, though," Claire replied.
"Huh... what do you mean? We just met!" Dean said loudly.
"There's something more important than that. Why do I have 'Anderson' as my last name?" Claire asked.
[Because Claire's grandfather is your mother's older brother who found you.]
"Huh... r-really? Claire... Uncle Jackson's granddaughter?" Claire (Jenna) asked.
[Exactly right.]
"Wait, isn't that strange? Jenna was 17 when she died, right?" Dean asked.
[Correct. Jenna's mother was 19 when she adopted her. Her older brother was 28 at the time, already married and had a daughter roughly the same age as Laila. Then he married and had Claire, their first child. Just like you, right?]
"Oh... I see. So Claire's mother is roughly the same age as Laila... wait, my mom?" Dean asked.
[Exactly right. Maybe a little older than Laila, and now she's probably around 45.]
"Oh... my... God... I remember! So this girl... my niece... she's Aunt Sarah's child... when Mom's funeral happened... she was still a newborn baby, and a year later, I died," Claire said, looking down at her body.
[Exactly right.]
"Then what about Claire's real soul?" Claire, who was Jenna, asked.
[I swallowed it.]
"Huh?!" Claire and Dean both yelled in their heads.
[She was already out of her body. In other words, Claire should have died because the accident she had was quite fatal. If you hadn't entered her body, she would have been a restless spirit, and now she's in my stomach. Later, she'll be reborn in another world.]
"I see... I'm sorry," Claire said, looking at her body.
[It's not your fault. Everything is fate.]
Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open. A middle-aged woman, around 45 and plump, opened the curtain with a panicked and frightened expression. She immediately looked relieved when she saw Claire and ran to her. "Hug!" She immediately hugged Claire and cried.
"Um... Mom... Sarah?" Claire asked.
"Thank goodness you're okay, Claire," Sarah said.
"Y-yes," Claire replied, hugging her mother while glancing at Dean, who nodded and smiled.
While Claire and Sarah talked, Dean stepped back a bit, giving them space and not wanting to hear their conversation. Then,
"Hey, NS... quickly explain, does 'soul partner' mean wife? You know I'm still traumatized and have trust issues with women since what happened with Laura," Dean muttered, using a private channel with NS so Claire couldn't hear.
[Learn to start trusting others, especially women. Claire is good for healing.]
"Grrrr... you're a real bastard," Dean thought in his head, glancing at Claire, who now looked beautiful with long black hair, green eyes, a sharp nose, and a sexy, athletic build.