After I go to see my family, I went back to the nurse. She was scribbling something down on her paper.
"Yes?" She asked, not looking up from her paper.
"There's something wrong with Aiden's arm. He isn't moving it," I informed, staring at her. She acknowledged me. But still didn't look up.
"We'll take a look. Until then, just relax. Everything will be fine."
"Excuse me, ma'am? You were right. In the crash his seatbelt might have wrapped around his arm. It cut off his circulation from the elbow down. We are going to have to cut off his arm," she told me as we raced down the halls.
Si much for everything being alright, I thought.
She brought me into a hallway, in which my family was in. Except Aiden. Mom stood up and came to the nurse. I stepped away, but could still here some of the conversation.
"Don't you dare hurt my son. I will be after you if you do. Do not-" she was cut off by Dad.
"The doctors will only do what they have too. They've helped us a bunch so far," he said, Mom still staring the nurse down like a hawk. "Thank you for your help."
The nurse's eyes widened as if she suddenly realized something. She gawked at Dad. She looked him up and down the said, "You're... you're Danny... Danny Phantom!"
He nodded. "Yes. And my son is in there getting his arm surgically removed."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, then scurried down the hall.
I sat next to Hunter, who was crying in his baby carrier. I sang to him and handed him a pasifier. The doctors had given us a few things for Hunter, because we lost everything in the crash.
Aiden's arm took a while to heal. But after it was done, he had a little nub at the end of his arm. Technically it was the end of his shoulder. Everyone at school gave him pity, we did at home, too. But we had a secret nickname for him. He hated it.
"Nubby, don't forget to eat breakfast!" Mom called up the stairs to him. She stifled a laugh, but not for long. She ended up laughing her head off in the other room.
Dad had come up with the nickname, and we all just started capling him that. Even Hunter would sometimes call him Nubby.
"Will you stop that?!" Aiden screamed.
I walked up to him and said, "Why not you go play with your other nub friends like Flipper. I'll sure they'll understand."
Aiden's expression was priceless. It was a mix of annoyance and poker. I really wished I had my camera.
Casey and Trish dashed up to me. Trish was exceptionally faster, mainly because anyone in her way she just knocked over. She finally ran up to me.
"I heard what happened! Are you okay?" Trish inquired, checking me over.
"Yes I'm-"
"Oh... thank goodness you are alright! I was worried you'd need plastic surgery or something. That would be bad," Casey said.
What? He wasn't worried about me dying or something?
"Look, guys, I have to tell you something..." I informed.
"Anything!"
Their reaction was so sudden that it sounded like they were keeping a secret. I shrugged it off. I'd ask later.
"I think... I think I have ghost powers."
They both stared at me.
"When did you find out?"
"In the crash. I think I possessed my Dad, and I could also walk through the car," I told them, leaning against a locker.
"Like what you're doing right now?" Casey pointed out.
"Huh?" I looked at the locker. I actually looked in the locker. "Gah!" I pushed my self out and backed away. "Did you... did you see what I just did?"
They both nodded. But I niether looked nervous.
"Well what am I supposed to do?!" I cried.
"Tell your Dad. He could help you," Trish suggested.
The expression I gave them said 'are you serious?' "No! Nada! He'd kill me! It keep me cooped up in that basement!"
"He would?" Casey asked in an exasperated tone.
"Yes! For training and stuff! He's only let me into the Ghost Zone once! And that was with me staying close to him the entire time! Now I can go in freely- if I get down flying and stuff- without him hovering over me!" I exclaimed.
"Don't you think somebody with more experience in something than you should be helping you?"
I groaned. "Yes, but I decline his help."
They both came over to me and picked me up.
"What are you- agh!" I yelled, noticing that half of my body was in the ceiling of the third floor.
"Like we said, ask your Dad."
"Or Vlad. I'm sorry, that's just a joke. Vlad would be-" Trish was interrupted.
By me, saying "-a wonderful person to go to! He's had longer experience with his ghost powers than Dad by far! And he'd keep it a secret for me!"
The bell rang, and I walked into class. "Thanks for the wonderful idea!"
Danny Phantom's daughter being trained by Vlad- is arch enemy?
Well I hope this chapter was fun for you. And I hoped you liked it.
(There were several rough drafts and I selfless in this one.)
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