"[i]I'm sorry...[/i]" came that ghost’s voice again. She jumped a little as she heard it as she was still looking down at her hands slightly lost on how it happened that way. Glancing up at him quickly her eyes wide but the fear gone, she was just glad he was still there. She was afraid that scream and freak out she had would have scared him away. Shaking her head quickly she reach out for his arm to pull on the sleeve of his shirt but her hand slipped through, the cold of his body like ice. Her eyes went wide and she quickly pulled her hand back holding it to her chest. “Ah-ah-it’s not your fault.” She said trying not to freak out at what happened as she was still staring at the place where her hand had gone through. After a moment of staring at it she let her eyes fall close she took in a deep breathe and let it out just as slowly. Once the breath was out she let her blue eyes flutter open. “Sorry.” She said softly before peeking up at him. “I think the fact that you’re there and real is still setting in. I feel kinda crazy at the moment. But I guess by this point you’re not evil. . . maybe the way people make ghosts appear is wrong.” She said rambling a little before realizing it. She glanced down at her hands seeing another piece of glass in her hand and reach with her other and grabbed it wincing a little before pulling it out and throwing it towards the other pieces of glass.

It was then that her father had walked back into the room. She hadn’t even heard him head up the stairs with the broom and heading back to her room. She glanced quickly to her father who was glancing at the floor looking for pieces of glass as he walked towards the bed. Jemma took that moment to glance back toward the ghost wondering if she could only see the ghost or if he would hide again to try and not be found out by more than one person that night. “I think I’mma get the glass off the floor before I clean you up and see if I need to bring you to the hospital or not.” He said softly placing the kit on the bed and started to sweep having only peeked up at Jemma who was staring into the room. “Are you feeling okay dear? Maybe we should just go to the hospital. Did you hit your head?” He said worry in his voice as he carefully stepped in front of her to look at her. Jemma shook her head. 

“Just sleepy, I think the adrenalin of the dream is gone.” She lied before smiling a little at her father. “You can just sweep up first I’ll be fine. It just stings a little.” She said before finally glancing towards her hands.