Danny and Tucker wandered through the front doors and approached the front desk. The secretary looked up at them.

"Can I help you?"

"We're looking for Samantha Manson," Tucker informed her. It was a good thing he did too, Danny couldn't trust his voice.

"Room 243." She answered, "Second floor."

Danny and Tucker darted to the elevator. Danny jabbed the number 2 button. It seemed like an eternity before the door closed. The elevator moved up with a jolt. Danny was glad there was no elevator music, he would have broken it.

"Danny, calm down, you're all shook up." Tucker tried to comfort his friend.

"I can't, Tucker. What if she does die? I'll lose her, and she'll never know." Danny swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the tears.

Tucker knew very well what Danny was talking about, but he still had to ask. "Never know what?"

"That I like her, Tuck, I may even love her. I can't deal with the fact that she could be gone forever."

"Stop thinking like that. There's always a chance that she'll make it."

"Her dad-" Danny started, thinking of the Danny Phantom comment.

"Should know that Danny Phantom doesn't prevent everyday accidents."

"But-"

"Ah. Cheer up."

The doors slid open to reveal a long hallway and a woman pacing near the middle of it. Pamela Manson.

Danny and Tucker approached. "Mrs Manson?" Danny asked. Pamela's head popped up.

"Danny. I know that I've disapproved of you, and I still do, but you make Sam happy. She needs that right now." Pamela began to sob.

Danny rubbed her back, unable to think of any other way to comfort the woman.

"How is she?" Tucker asked.

"Bad." Pamela hiccuped. "There's a 2 percent chance she'll make it through to noon, if she does though, the percent will increase drastically."

"Can I go see her?" That was the only thought on Danny's mind.

"Yes. One at a time though." Tucker took the hint and sat down.

Danny opened the door.

It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to see. Even years later, he could close his eyes and that image will appear, hurting him full force again.

Sam looked so weak, so helpless, it shook his very core. He'd never imagined she could ever be this way. Strong, independant Sam, always working to make things better, standing up for herself.

The way he felt for her came crashing down on him.

He took the seat beside her bed. The million tubes connecting her to a million different machines moved as she turned her head toward him.

"Danny," She whispered.

"Shhh," He warned, "Save your strength."

She shook her head, stubborn as always. "Danny, I can't do it." Tears filled her amythest eyes. Danny couldn't remember ever seeing her cry.

"You can do it Sam, you have to." Danny felt tears of his own wash over his face. She pressed her hand to his face, he covered it with his own.

"I can't do it Danny. I don't have enough strength left."

"You can't just leave me. Sam, I love you."

"Danny, I love you to." He wrapped his arms around her, as the heart moniter went flat.

I can't believe I actually cried while writing this. It made me so sad, though, I've never cried while writing a death scene before. It's odd. Anyway, ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complain if you want to, but I'm not going to listen. Reviews motivate me. I don't own it.

~DI4MGZ~