Into The Heart Of The Flame - Chapter Two
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Sam's P.O.V:
When I grew conscience again after my blackout, there was commotion...
*Echoing* "Out of the way, out of the way!"
...There were sirens...
*Echoing* "Weeeyoo weeyooo weeyyooo weeeyooo"
...There was... this warmth...
I opened my tired eyes slowly, my vision fogged. I could see a faint blur of a figure laying beside me. This figure was pressed against me so much, I could feel a heartbeat. I recognized the heartbeat, and I recognized the warmth. I didn't need to be able to see to know the identity of the mysterious being.
Danny's heart pounded in his chest lightly. It had increased its speed since we were found in the rubble, no doubt about it. It was pretty close to normal as far as I was concerned. We were on a stretcher, in an ambulance on our way to the hospital. I could hear two separate heart monitors beep almost exactly the same. I turned my attention to my right wrist. Taking the shaky fingers of my left hand, I slowly skimmed them across my wrist, where I felt an IV. I never really was a fan of those things. Normally, I would've probably removed it, being the cheeky person I was, but now, I was too weak and didn't really care too much about it. I brought my attention back to Danny. The sound of his breathing and the feeling of his heartbeat just made me want to kiss him all over again. I was just so happy that he survived. I don't know what I would've done if he died saving me.
The mere thought of that brought back the terrible memory of the collapse. I sighed rather loudly and snuggled up closer to Danny. That's when I actually noticed that he was shirtless, most of his upper chest and right shoulder were bandaged. I snuggled even closer to him then, but I had to be extra careful not to hurt him, since I was on the left side of the stretcher, on the same side which his burnt shoulder rested.
I gently lay my head on his rubble-smeared chest, then my hand, which I made into somewhat of a fist as I brought it up near my face in a cuddly kind of way. Not really minding the dark this time, I slowly and peacefully drifted off to sleep, to the sound of the heartbeat I already adored.
When I woke up once again, maybe only a few minutes after my last pass-out, I was blinded by lights. Well, occasional lights. One giant shine, then nothing. Then in a split second, another bright light, then just as quickly as it arrived, it vanished once more. Over and over I was blinded in such a manner. When I decided that I have had enough with those darned lights, I turned my head towards Danny, my vision almost completely recovered since last time I'd opened them in the speeding ambulance.
I suddenly caught the sight of two beautiful baby blue orbs turning to look at me. We locked eyes for a few moments, and just as the hospital bed we were on came to a slower speed, I practically tackled him off the thing! I heard him groan lightly.
"Oh Danny, thank God you're okay! I thought I lost you!" I hugged him tightly, forgetting of his pain. A stray tear fell from my eye.
"I thought I lost you too there, Sammy. I'm glad to know you're alright."
"What were you thinking?" I sobbed. "You could've died!"
"And what about you?" I heard him sniff. "I couldn't just leave you there to die and know I could've done something."
I broke the hug to make eye contact with him. His head drooped down slightly and he closed his eyes, as he began to shed some tears. I started crying too. No, sobbing. We held each other in our arms for a minute, until those pesky nurses forced us to break apart.
"I'm sorry you two, but I'm afraid we're going to have to put you under so that we can take care of your wounds. Samantha, looks like you're going to need a surgery, part of the rubble has lodged in your ankle."
Danny glared at her angrily, as if he did not want her to do the surgery. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be fine, Danny, don't you worry about me. She won't hurt me."
He still didn't seem too sure, but allowed the nurse to put me under. I held his hand while I faded to sleep. Before long he was under too.
Danny's P.O.V:
I woke up feeling very groggy. I wasn't in a very good mood when I noticed she wasn't beside me. I immediately shot up from where I was lying, freaking out and calling frantically for Sam. The nurse came from the other side of the curtains, freaking out too, as she went to my side and tried to calm me down. I didn't let her stop me from finding my girl, though.
"Got off of me! Where's Sam? Where is she! What have you done to her!"
I was going crazy like some wild animal that had just been taken to an unfamiliar place. A second nurse came rushing into the room, also trying to calm me down. That just made me angrier than I already was.
"Calm down, Danny! She's fine! Look, look, right over here, she's okay!" one of the nurses shouted, trying to stop my insane rage. She pulled the curtain, which was to my right, to the side to show me something beyond them.
The second I saw Sam, I stopped fighting them. I quit my crazy kicking, yanking, yelling spree and settled down. She was on her side, facing me, laying calmly as the doctor cared for her newly bandaged ankle.
"Glad you decided to calm down, Danny." the doctor told me in a cheery tone, keeping his eyes on the bandaged ankle as he continued to work on it.
I just blinked a couple of times. I knew this doctor. Just a few months before I had recieved my ghost powers, I was out fishing with my overly-clumbsy dad. He ended up catching my lip instead of a fish. So, I was taken to the emergency room, and that's where I met Dr. Smith. He had gained my trust that day, as he was one of the nicest doctors I've ever known. He always treated his patients as good friends, rather than just strangers.
"See what I told you, Patty?" he asked one of the nurses. "I knew that it wouldn't be a good idea if we separated them. The way they were being affectionate towards each other said it all." he winked at me. My face grew warmer and I raised a cheek muscle at him. I looked to Sam, who was also blushing madly.
The doctor chuckled. "Cutest thing I've seen." he teased me. "So how've you been, Danny? Long time no see. Your father still as bad a fisherman as he was last time I saw you?"
"Maybe even worse", I laughed.
We chatted for a few minutes, after he was finished with Sam's ankle, of course. Then something happened that I haven't even thought of.
"Patty? Could you be a dear and close that door for me please? I want to have a quick word with the lad"
"Of course, Doctor." the woman said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.
Dr. Smith looked back at me, his face seeming more serious than I've ever seen him. "Danny." he said rather quietly, coming closer to me to whisper. "There's something we need to talk about. While I was examining your injuries, something happened."
I started to get nervous. Really nervous. But I just waited for him to continue and tried to keep as straight a face as I could possibly manage.
"Something... foreign." I then knew what he meant. He had discovered my secret, doing only God knows what. "Your hair turned white, and your skin tan. We did some testing, I hope you don't mind, and... is it true?"
I couldn't speak. I was shocked. I hesitantly made eye contact with him, and nodded slowly, not knowing what his reaction would be. Dr. Smith was quite for a while, then asked me suddenly,
"Does the girl know about this?"
"Yes sir. She was there when it happened."
"I see. So you wouldn't mind if I let her hear?" I shook my head.
"Alright. Danny", he stood up from his chair. "The test results came out positive for ectoplasm."
We heard a gasp from the other side of the room. I turned my head, only to see a very comical looking Sam covering her mouth, gaping.
"Don't worry, my boy. Your secret is safe with me." he smiled. I was almost shocked to hear that.
"Y-You mean... you won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not! You think I'm that wicked?" he chuckled.
I smiled at him gratefully. "How did you know I wanted to keep it a secret?" I asked the doctor.
"Well, if you didn't want it to be a secret, you would've exposed yourself openly to the public, am I right?"
"True." I sighed, then looked up at him. "Thank you, Dr. Smith. For everything. How can I thank you enough?"
"Make sure you don't strain your arm too much, Danny. And be sure to have the bandages changed regularly." Dr. Smith smiled.
"Sure thing."
That's when the nurse knocked on the door and came in. She walked inbetween Sam and I's beds, and announced,
"Daniel Fenton and Samantha Manson?"
"It's 'Sam'". I heard my girl correct her. I laughed quietly.
"Sam." she replied. "I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you both here at the hospital for the next three days and nights. Danny, you will be able to leave with only a cast on your arm and a few bandages. Sam, you're going to have to get along with crutches. You'll be able to return to school next week, once your injuries have healed enough for you to actively get around."
"Sounds good to me." Sam smiled. We looked at each other.
"Me too." I smiled back at her.
The time came for the nurse and Dr. Smith to leave, as the night was approaching and they had other things to do. Good thing though that they left the curtain to the side, so I wasn't going to be having another panic attack any time soon. It was almost 10 o'clock, and Sam was getting tired. So was I.
"Danny?" I heard Sam call to me from the other side of the room.
"Yeah?"
"I miss you."
I chuckled. "I miss you too, Sammy."
She laughed too. "Oh you goofball, you. Not exactly what I meant. I would go to you right now if I could, but I've got a recovering ankle."
I got the point. She wanted me to be with her. "Oooohh", I said rather cheesily. Without another moment to spare, I crept out of my own hospital bed and lay down beside her in her own. I didn't want to make her feel awkward, so I kept myself above the blanket. Her body warmth was enough to keep me cozy and warm. Besides, the room was warm enough as it was. As for my IV, well, I cautiously wheeled it with me over to Sam. It wasn't much of a problem.
We both fell asleep there, in almost an instant. I didn't even think about the surprise we would have in the morning when the nurses came to check on us.
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