Chapter Two
The Love Of My Life
Edited By Erika (Sevvy101)
A/N Picks Up right where chapter one left off
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does and probably always will
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Danny POV
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My enemy had just continued to ignore me while perfecting his aim and firing at Sam…
As soon as her scream filled the air, I turned my gaze from her unconscious and bleeding body to Vlad.
Or where I thought Vlad was. That bastard! Why the hell did he shoot Sam! Was our 'hormones' as Jazz put it just so obvious that even he saw it as a weakness to use against me!
Enough of that, though. I flew faster than I ever had and turned back to my human form. Slowly walking towards my beautiful best friend's body, I imagined all the things that could have gone wrong.
She could be dead.
Have eternal brain damage.
Lose a leg/arm.
Or…she could lose her memory.
Not wanting to dwell too much on those thoughts, I steadily picked up Sam and walked in a fast, yet safe manner towards the hospital. Thankfully we weren't that far.
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"So, what exactly happened again?" The doctor who had been helping Sam for the past two hours asked for what seemed liked the millionth time; and it probably was, too.
I sighed and looked up. As soon as I made it into the ER I ran towards the receptionist and demanded a doctor to treat Sam. Although many people were objecting that they had been there first, I had won their hearts over when I began to tear up (SO UNMANLY! GOD! I HOPE NO ONE FROM SCHOOL FINDS OUT!) and muttering about how she could die any second.
The doctor had begun to ask rapid questions, such as age, height, weight, if she drank or smoked, and if the last time she had her period (Why'd she think I knew, I'M A GUY!). After some awkward moments, the doctor had gotten some nurses to help move Sam's bloodied shirt and skirt carefully so as not to open any cuts that the blood had dried over. It seemed that there was a large gash just above her belly button, and below her chest. Also that one gash was the main problem, and that any other symptoms that came were caused by said gash.
The wound itself was a pretty large one. About the circumference of a Clausen Pickle Jar, yet it was deep enough to almost cause spinal damage. The gash had already started to stop bleeding when we both arrived at the hospital, thanks to the drying blood on top of it.
That wasn't the only problem, though. It turned out that one of her veins had begun to pulse feverously and had to also stand out as more blue and seeable through her own pale and lovely skin. The vein coursed its way along Sam's side down to her –cough cough- hip while still snaking its way down her thigh, disappearing behind her knee.
In the two hours that had passed, Sam had X-Rays and Blood Samples taken, as well as some tests done to try and see what had caused the wounds, seeing as how I wouldn't tell them what had really happened.
Worst of all though, through all of this I was forced to wait in the waiting room, trying to 'remember what had happened before I found Sam'. I know some will say, oh, it's not your fault, but, yes…yes it is. If I'd never become a ghost, or met Vlad this wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have the urge to kill Vlad either. But at the moment, all I felt was guilt. Guilt straight through Tuck's coming, and all through Sam's parents' entrance.
I just wish that I could be doing more for Sam, besides having to lie to the doctor's about the ghost incident, and ignoring her parents' evil glares.
I just wish that the beautiful girl who I'd grown to like more and more would live through this and still be the same stubborn, fight-for-what-I-believe-in type of girl.
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A/N Another Chapter done please review.