I'm sorry for not updating till now, things have been going on. I've been staying at a friend, and for those who have been watching me, you know that my flash drive with all my stories got corupted. But I finally got a hold of all my original stories...but I'm finally getting around to this so be happy... I bet no one saw this one coming.

Chapter 2: September

He faded in and out or a while after that, and he decided that he didn't like waking up. His eyes didn't want to open, and his body ached to much to move. Whenever he managed to move a hand, it was taken up by a family member or friend, and their too loud voice would ring out for who knows how long in loud, rambling noises he couldn't understand, giving him headaches. Every now and then someone would paw at his body, moving this, poking that, and once or twice they opened his eyes and shown a horrible light into them, splitting his head open with pain.

After a while, the noises started to make sense, and they got a little quieter, but not by much. He tried listening in, but he was just to exhausted, his body hurting too much. He fell asleep.

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When he woke, his head felt clearer, the once muggy pain more clear, more real, giving him something to grasp onto. His brain felt like mush, and his skin felt heated, fevered, like he had fallen asleep outside with a sunburn. His left hand was on fire, and his joints felt rusted. While his mind was awake, his body had other ideas, and his eyes refused to open, no matter what he tried. For some time he lay there, concentrating on his breathing, trying to stay awake, and he realized that people were talking quietly to his right.

"...then why can't we take him home? We have all the equipment in his room already, all the paperwork was done, and suddenly you tell us that he's going to have to stay longer?"

"We honestly didn't expect him to just wake up like that Mrs. Fenton. It doesn't happen like the movies, it takes time, little bits here and there of wakefulness, even longer to gain back awareness of surroundings. We were allowing release form the hospital because he was showing no such signs and we don't have room for people we couldn't help. His breathing and heartbeat regulated, his brain was defiantly active, but we didn't have the room to just sit and wait for him. But he's awake now and we need to run tests, make sure theres no brain damage. He seemed to be having trouble defining reality with whatever fantasy he was running through, and we need to make sure theres no negative side effects from the-"

"You said so yourself that his brain was active, that he might even be dreaming at times, who's to say that he wasn't just confused from a dream, he been out for nearly 3 weeks..."

Three weeks? What was going on?

"It's just a precaution Mr. Fenton really. Such a high amount of electrical shock should have been fatal, not to mention the exposure to whatever chemicals might have been in that blast. We just have to make sure..."

His throat tickled, and every time he coughed his stomach would lurch, his mouth wet and throat clenching with nausea even as he suppressed it.

He herd a gasp, and a small ungloved hand wedged itself into his own, his mother gasping out his name repeatably, asking if he was alright, if he was finally awake again. The doctor had pulled open his eyes, shining the light into them once more, making his headache swell and nausea rise. Before he could stop himself, his stomach lurched, and a nurse barely had time to wedge the small, banana shaped bed pan under his chin before the bile rushed forward, some of the burning green liquid slopping out and onto the sheets.(1)

After a moment of dry heaving, Danny stopped, gasping for air as it burned his throat and made his nose stuffy with a mix of vomit and snot. The doctor had sat him up, and at some point he had opened his eyes. One nurse was currently changing the sheets over his body, cleaning up the remnants of vomit from his legs before grabbing another gown from a drawer to change him out of the now stained one he was wearing. She pushed his worrying mother aside, wiping the fluids from his face with a sterile wet wipe before adjusting the pillows behind him, allowing him to partially sit up. The doctor was once more examining him, ordering the nurse to get his parents out.

Exhausted, Danny fell back asleep.

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When he woke again, it was morning, and the room was empty. He spent most of the time just laying there, resting his body and mind in a way sleep did not. He still had that rusted felling in his joints, and when he looked down to his left hand, he was surprised to find thick bandages wrapped around it, blood spotting it on the palm, which he hadn't noticed before. Other placed were similar, and he could fell the bandages up his arms and down his chest. The skin on his face felt like it was pulled taught and was hot to the touch. Another bandage was partially obstructing his right eye and wrapped around his cheek. He sat there, wishing he had a drink for quite some time before he herd people at the door.

After a moment he was relieved to see Sam and Tucker some in, fallowed shortly by his mother. Sam gasped loudly when she finally looked at him, and rushed as if to hug him, before catching herself, and instead draped her arms loosely around him, digging her face onto his shoulder. His mother was smiling gently in the corner, and Tucker was standing off to the side awkwardly, scratching the back of his head before giving him a smile. He felt Sam shudder against him, and it took him a moment to realize she was crying.

"Please... please forgive me, it was all my fault. I'm so sorry, so so sorry..."

He wrapped one arm around her, felt her give a long garbled sob against his shoulder before he looked up at his mother, a small smile on his lips.

"What happened that was so bad that Tucker is visiting me in the hospital?"

His mother gave him a confused look, while Tucker looked stricken. Sam continued to sob.

"What do you mean Danny?"

"Well, remember, he can barely make it past the nurses office at school, let alone into a hospital."

His mother looked more confused.

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid of anything that has to do with doctors or hospitals." he gave a small laugh into his hand, a disbelieving look on his face. "but Danny, I never told you that."

It was Danny's turn to look confused.

"Of course you did, when-" he gave an exasperated sigh. "What is up with her?" he pointed to Sam, who was still weeping against his shoulder.

Maddie gave Sam an almost guarded look. "Danny, do you remember what happened?"

"Yeah, I mean... there was that voice, and then that bright light, and then, then... nothing..." Danny seemed more then a little angry at his lack of remembrance. His mother sighed, prying Sam gently away from him, causing her to to give a loud wail. She was crying cutely, a slight pinch on her nose and between her eyes, her cheeks and forehead rubbed red and tears streaming in twin rivers down each cheek. Maddie sat her in a chair, where she rocked back and forth for a moment, giving slight sob every now and then. She was whispering under her breath, but what she was saying, Danny couldn't tell. Maddie pulled the other chair in the room close to his bed, pulling him into a tight embrace before pulling back, holding his face in her hands.

"Danny, do you know what day it is?" Danny took a moment to think. It had been late March when that monster had attacked. But who knows how long they'd been in the ghost zone.

"Well, I'm not sure about the day, but I'd say about March." the bridge of his mothers nose pinched a little.

"And the year Danny?" Danny gave a snicker. He'd be 16 soon.

"2006" everyone, even Same look stricken. His mother gave him a tender look.

"Danny, Danny you've been in an accident. You went downstairs, into the lab with you friends, and they told me you guys had been playing around with the portal. Danny, we're not sure what happened, but somehow it turned on while you were inside. You got shocked, very badly, and... you've been out for a while. I'm not sure what gave you the idea it was 2006, but you've been out for about 3 months... it's September... of 2004."

The look on Danny's face was priceless.

His head was spinning. 2004, September, 3 months... was she talking about the accident, the one that gave him ghost powers...

gave him Phantom.

No. No, no way. Not possible. If it was September, then it was at least two years before he last remember, then everything he he had done with phantom hadn't happened, and the last two years had been some sort of dream... or something... no, no, no, no...

How was that possible?

They all gave a yelp as he jumped, quite literally out of bed, racing down the hall, despite the fact that his skin burned, feeling stretched, and his legs wobbled with every step.

It took him a moment of running before he found a calender, and the mob racing behind him grew to include three nurses and his doctor. He ripped it down as he passed it, turning the corner and leaning against the wall.

They found him there, slumped against the wall, eyes blank as he stared at the calender. He didn't struggle as they led him to his room, and ignored the worried glances, didn't respond to their questions.

"No need to worry, he's just in a bit of shock..."

Danny Fenton woke up September 28, 2004.

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finally huh? I'm getting on to bloody addictions.