Yet another story from me.

This one I have all planned out so I pray to God it turns out good! :D

Now, you're probably thinking it's gonna be a dragged out songfic. Nope. Only one chapter is actually gonna have bits of the song. I just thought this was a good title for it :)

To the story! Tally ho!

Sam Manson came into school coughing hard and seemed to barely be catching her breath. "You ok, Sam?" her best friend asked her.

She coughed some more then responded, "Yeah...I'm fine..." and continued to cough.

"Breathe, Sam! You're face is red!" her other friend commanded.

"I would...if I...could..." She continued to cough uncontrollably. Finally, her coughing died down and she was taking in deep, staggered breaths. Her eyes were closed, as if she were concentrating hard on breathing.

"Sam..." Danny started, "you okay?"

Another deep, staggered breath escaped. "Yeah...I'm fine."

"You sure?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah, positive," but the moment she said that, another cough left her mouth and there was no turning back on the uncontrollable cough. Danny pounded on her back, but not so hard to hurt her, just to help the cough get out of her system. Minutes later, she finally caught her breath and was breathing hard. Again, her eyes were closed.

"You sure you're okay?" Danny asked once more. She was silent. "Sam?"

"Hmm? Yeah, pretty sure," she said, not convincingly. Danny gave her that, "Really?" look, making her confess. "I don't know. I've been like this all weekend and I don't know if it's just the flu or a common cold or what."

"Have you seen a doctor?" Tucker asked.

"No. My parents have been out of town and our personal doctor is on vacation."

"I think you should go see one," Danny said, concerned about his best friend.

"Guys, I'm sure I'm fine. Probably just a cold, okay?" she tried to convince but instead, broke out coughing again.

School was rough for Sam. She was coughing every five minutes and would cough for ten. Her teachers continueously asked, "Are you alright? Do you need water?" but Sam's answer every time was, "No, I'm fine." Sometimes, if the teacher was nice, they'd make her go get water, but that was only for two classes.

After school, she walked home with her two best pals, still coughing as hard as can be. "Sam. You need to see a doctor," Danny said firmly. "Who knows what you have! It could be a life threatening disease!"

"I highly doubt that," she said. Though, with him saying that, it made her start to worry.

"Seriously, Sam. I think Danny's right. You may have something worse than what you think," Tucker said.

Sam opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was coughing. "When are your parents getting home?" Danny asked.

"Tonight... they should...be here... now," she said in between coughs.

"You want me to come home with you? Just for, you know, backup support," Danny offered.

"Sure," Sam said, her voice becoming hoarse.

"Well, here's my stop," Tucker said. "You two lovebirds have fun," he teased.

Both Sam and Danny rolled their eyes and proceeded walking. Once they reached Sam's house, she unlocked the door, opened it, called out, "Mom? Dad?" and then had a coughing spasm. Danny hit her back, feeling terrible for her.

"Samantha? Is that you?" her mother asked.

Sam caught her breath and said, "Yeah."

"What's the matter? Are you alright? Did you get sick while we were gone?" Pamela spit out. Then she noticed Danny. "Why are you here?" she asked him.

"Mom, I asked him to come, okay?" Pam glared at him with a look of disgust but then Sam started coughing insanely for about the billionth time that day.

"Samantha, are you alright?" she asked and Danny answered for Sam.

"Mrs. Manson, Sam's been like this all day and said that she's been like this all weekend long," he explained. "I really think she needs to see a doctor before whatever this is gets any worse."

Pam was still staring at him with a look of hatred and said, "Well...if she's been like this all week- wait a minute. How do you know she's been like this all weekend? Were you over here when we were gone?"

"No! No, nothing like that! Sam told Tucker and I when we saw her at school today! I would never intrude your house when you weren't home," he said.

"He's right, Mom," Sam said, breathing heavly.

Pam's head snapped to her daughter and back at Danny but saying to her daughter, "Lets get you to the doctor's."

Sam laid on a hospital bed, alone. Then, the doctor who was taking care of her came in. "Well, Miss Manson, we can do one of two things," he started.

"Okay, and what are those two things?" she asked. The coughing had died down on the car ride to the doctor's and on the ride to the hospital, but the coughing was nothing compared to what she was about to hear.

"Well, the first thing that we can do is do a surgery on you that has never been preformed on a human before, but has been researched and tested on animals for decades now..." He trailed off.

"What's the second choice?" she asked, getting supsicious.

The doctor sighed. "The second choice is to not preform the operation and run the high risk of you dying in a few months." Sam shut her eyes and sunk into her pillow. She thought for a moment. I can't make this decision on my own, she thought.

"Umm, can you by chance send, umm, Danny Fenton in? Please?" she asked politely.

"Certainly," the doctor said and ran out to get Danny.

Moments later, Danny arrived. "Hey, how you feeling?" he said, kissing her forehead, pulling up a chair, and grabbing her hand. Everywhere he touched made the area warm and tingly.

"Better, I suppose. Coughing's died down some," she said way more optimistically than she was feeling.

"That's good, right?" Danny asked, hopefully.

Sam turned her head and closed her eyes. "I don't know," she whispered, trying to hide her trembles. A tear rolled down the side of her face and Danny wiped it away.

"So... why did you want me in here?" he asked curiously.

"Because... your opinion matters most to me," she said, turning to face him again and smiling.

Danny smiled and blushed which made him glad it was dimly lit in there by only one candle. "So what do you need my opinion on?" he asked, trying hard to get what was making Sam so upset out of her.

Sam gulped. "Doctor said that I can either have an operation or die in a matter of months." This hit hard on Danny. It was a life and death situation for his best friend and the one he truly loved more than anything in the world, and she was letting him choose her fate.

"Umm..." he said, trying to think of a way to phrase what he meant. "D-did the doctor say what the death rate was for the operation."

Sam shook her head. "Only said it had been operated on animals and has been researched for many decades."

"I-I'll be right back," he said, getting up and leaving the room. Sam laid there, on the verge of falling asleep if Danny didn't hurry up and get back there. "Back," he announced, quietly.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," he said back. "Okay, before I tell you what he said about the death rate for the surgery, I need to tell you and ask you something, okay?" Sam nodded so Danny continued. "So for who knows how long, I've had this feeling when I was around you or looked at you or something along those lines. And it's been a while now, you know? I thought it was just a way to get rid of the hurt that was in my heart but now, I know it wasn't...or, isn't." Tears were starting to swell in her eyes, imagine what he was gonna say next. "So, there's this one question that I never imagined I'd be asking for years down the road but I guess now is a good time." Danny paused and Sam's stomach was flip flopping every which way as Danny rubbed the back of her hand. Next thing she knew, she saw Danny getting down on one knee and her heart erupted. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a ring ready but that doesn't mean I can ask, right?" he said nervously, then breathed out. "Will you marry me?" he finally asked.

Tears were pouring out of Sam's eyes and started to form in Danny's. "How can I say no?" she said, making him get up and kiss the one he'd dreamed of kissing for years.

They broke the kiss and hugged. "Ninty percent is way too high of a death rate," he whispered and cried into his best friend's ear. Sam's jaw dropped. Danny continued to cry and whisper in her ear, "Please don't do the surgery."

"I promise you, I won't," she cried back.

Did that surprise you? Yes? No? Maybe so? I got slight inspiration from a movie I watched starring Mandy Moore. Can't remember the title of it but it's from like 2002.

Hey have I told you guys that my teacher knows her? I was like, "HOLY CRAP! YOU KNOW MANDY MOORE! :0!" XD

In case you live in a box and don't know who Mandy Moore is, she did the voice of Rapunzel in Tangled.

Hope you guys like this! ALSO! Danny and Sam are 18, seniors in high school.

And I have not a single clue if there really is a disease out there like this :S

AND finally (I think), when Danny went out to talk to the doctor, the doctor said that if Sam got the surgery, there was a 90% death rate and that they wouldn't know if it was a success or not until a week past. In case you were curious...

Alright, as always, love you guys!

xxSam

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