Okay, so this is my first fanfic. You know, I'm pretty sure not many people read this because, heh, I know I don't... So...moving on... I read a story that made me crack up...so I'm writing one dedicated to it...*giggle* along with my friend. We might get a little silly...just a warning(; It's not all funny though...
I don't own Danny Phantom...
Danny P.O.V.
It was a normal day-of course. That's how it always starts. I was just flying above Amity Park along with some birds...and clouds... The wind whipping through my snow-white hair made me smile. All I could hear was the wind whistling in my ears, when all of a sudden, a blast flew out of nowhere and hit me in the side below my ribcage. I cried out once it collided with my skin. It was the most powerful hit I could ever remember taking. The pain was so unbearable that I squeezed my eyes shut and stopped flying and plummeted towards the ground. I was lucky enough to fall between two buildings in an alley. The impact with the ground made my head spin. I felt the rings of light pass over me as I changed back to my human form. I groaned out loud. Was this seriously necessary? I pried one of my eyes open to see a hobo watching me with his mouth gaping like a fish. Great.
"Uh, buh-you, he was, you were..."
I moaned in response.
"Do you, uh, need...some help?"
"...ugh."
"Then I'll just...um...go now..." he paused, "But first...do you have any spare change?" he jingled a mug around in his hand.
Oh my God. Can I please have a break? For once in my life?! "No." I managed to mumble.
"Oh. Well, shoot...what about any food?"
"...no!" I said a little louder, "Do I look...like I have...food?" I croaked.
He stared at me for a moment before shuffling out of the alley.
I laid there for a while, just pressing my hand against the wound and feeling the cool gravel underneath my cheek as it made marks on my face. I hesitantly looked down at my side where my hand was still applying pressure. The crimson blood was slowly seeping through my fingers. I used my free hand to grab my phone out of my pants pocket. Removing my other hand to hold the phone in place, I began dialing a familiar number with trembling fingers. I put the phone up to my ear and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"...Sa-Sam..."
"Danny?"
"...Sa-Sam..."
"Yeah?"
"Sa-Sam..."
"Okay, really Danny, what?"
"...Sa-Sam..."
"For the love of God, what?!"
"I need...help." I said hoarsely.
She instantly sounded concerned, "What? Where are you?"
"..."
"Danny?" she asked frantically.
"...What...?"
"I asked where you were."
"Oh...um...I'm not...sure..."
"Danny, focus! This is serious!"
"I really...don't know...in an alley somewhere...the world is...spinning."
Sam P.O.V
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. What do I do?
"Danny."
No answer.
"DANNY!" I was on the verge of a panic attack.
"...What?"
"I'm going to get help. Just...stay there." Not like he has much of a choice, idiot. "And stay awake." I added.
"Don't think...I can." he rasped.
"Just..stay where you are!" Good thing my parents were out because I'd have a problem if they were home.
He gave a hoarse laugh, "Um, Sam, I don't think...I have a...choice." I hung up on Danny and called Tucker as fast as I could.
"Hey, Sam."
"Tucker! It's Danny! He's hurt and I don't know where he is!" I told him dramatically.
"How do-"
I cut him off, "IT DOESN'T MATTER! JUST FIND HIM!"
"Did he call you?"
"Yes!"
"Okay. I'll track his phone."
I had to let that settle me somewhat as I waited for him to call me back.