Thank you again for everyone who's reviewing!! Now, this chapter is quite short; but I hope you like it!
Danny is basically rude and annoyed in this chapter; no, I don't intend it to be out of his character, but I'd be annoyed if i were in his place, so that's how i wrote it. xD
The next chapter may not be up for another week; I might be going to visit my older sister who lives about 4 hours away. I'm not sure if I can get internet there. I could be wrong though..xP
I do not own Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"If I had to spend another minute in here with that annoying heart monitor, I am going to blast that machine to bits!" I muttered cruelly to myself.
I sighed, rubbing my temples, slightly wincing from the overly bright lamps that hung above. I lay back in the hospital bed I was assigned, irritated by the thick, itchy blanket slung over me. The pale yellow robe I was made to wear was no improvement on the blanket. There was an ugly gray tray at the end of the bed, holding a cup and a pitcher of water that tasted like plastic. The blinds that faced the large hallway were open, it was humiliating seeing families and friends on their way to visit others, staring at me wide eyed with curiosity as to why I was there. Now I know how Sam felt.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I grunted, instantly turning around and grabbing my pillow, chucking it across the room at the cabinets in frustration. I regretted that within moments, I had a needle stuck in my hand that was transferring I.V. fluids to me, my hand throbbed.
A brown haired, middle-aged nurse poked her head it, noticing the mess I made at the end of the room with my pillow. She looked at me disapprovingly, dusting off the pillow as she brought it back over to me.
"Honey, you have to lay still. You've had about five blood draws this morning, you'll get dizzy if you don't lay still," she said, propping the pillow behind my back. I folded my arms and glared at her.
"I don't care, all I care about is getting out of here. There's nothing wrong with me!" I spat back. She simply ignored me, heading over to the heart monitor to check my heart rate.
She sighed. "I know it may seem that way, but Danny, you've got some quite bizarre blood cells. We need to make sure they're nothing cancerous or anything potentially dangerous that could harm your friend if you do end up donating some of your liver."
I was silent. I didn't know what I could say back, what could I say? I'm half ghost and that's why my cells are different from a humans? I don't think so.
"Do you want the TV on or anything to read?" She asked quietly on her way out of the room. I stared at the blank TV. "No, I'm fine."
She opened the sliding glass door, leaving the room back to her workstation. But I wasn't left alone, she kept the door open, Dr. Wood and a few nurses came in.
"Danny? How are you feeling?" Dr. Wood asked with concern.
"Me? I'm swell. Just lazing here in a hospital bed when I have absolutely no reason too," I turned my head away from him, staring out the window at the rainy afternoon that was hanging about Amity Park. Soft rain trickled down my window, tapping against the glass.
Dr. Wood sighed, making his way over to my hospital bed, waving off to the two nurses to get some empty needles.
"I know it may seem that way Danny, but you want to help your friend right?" He said calmly, taking a seat at the end of my bed.
"Well, yeah. But I thought that you guys wouldn't let me do the donation anymore since you've discovered these 'abnormal cells,'" I said, making my voice sarcastic when I said 'abnormal cells.'
"That would be the case yes, if what you have wouldn't potentially harm your friend, it's possible. But your friend is growing a lot sicker, if you do end up being the donor, we have to make sure you're healthy, and fast. We still may need to find a new donor however, just in case you can't do the donation in the end."
I grunted, still keeping my attention to the window. But my mind was elsewhere; Sam was getting sicker? I couldn't imagine Sam's pale face, charged up to a hundred different machines, just to keep her alive. My blood ran cold.
"We're ready," called one of the nurses from the other side of the room.
Dr. Wood nodded, motioning for me to get up. I groaned loudly.
"Where are we going now?" I'd already been all over the hospital ever since I've been admitted. I've seen a full body scanner, ultrasounds, even machines that performed biopsies. Pretty much anything you could find in a hospital.
"Were going to a blood work lab. Were going to draw some blood, and show you how it looks, so you understand why we're concerned." I will admit, I was a little edgy to see what the doctors were finding so fascinating about me.
I began to get up, feeling a little woozy from lying down all day and all the blood draws. Dr. Wood pushed me back down onto the bed, turning to the nurses.
"Can you get a wheel chair for us please?"
I was appalled. "A wheel chair? I'm fine! I can walk!" I shouted, waving my arms.
"I know, I'm sure you can, but you may pass out because of all the blood draws that you've had today," He said, sounding slightly irritated. One of the two nurses came back within moments with a wheelchair. I propped myself into it, and the doctor pushed me down the hall towards the elevators.
One of the nurses pressed the call button, the four of us waited patiently for the elevator. The doors opened and took us to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor was bustling with life. There were doctors everywhere, followed by younger doctors in training, and nurses. At least I didn't stick out, there were at least three other people in a wheel chair in the large hallway. We squeezed our way through the crowd, finding ourselves in a familiar room filled with more microscopes and needles.
They wheeled me up next to a large microscope; setting the table it sat on to my eye level. I felt a pinch in my arm that felt very distant, I was getting used to the constant poking and prodding. He pulled the needle out of my arm, setting it onto a little tray beside him. A nurse took it away, coming back with it within moments, setting it underneath the microscope.
My eyes widened until the point that I thought they were going to fall out. My hands were frozen on the knobs; I gulped. I suddenly understood what was shocking the doctors.
I could see my blood underneath the scope, but the cells kept disappearing and reappearing, like the way I do when I go invisible and then reappear. And for a second, I thought I saw a cell or two that was brightly colored, almost looking like ectoplasm. I may have been seeing things however.
It was hard to pull myself away from that, it was amazing. Yet, slightly disturbing to see my blood doing that. Disturbing because it wouldn't take much longer for the doctors to figure out that I was half ghost if they kept seeing this.
Dr. Wood placed him hand on my shoulder, I stared back at him. He nodded, "Do you see why we're concerned?" I nodded slightly, turning away from the microscope. It felt like there was a huge rock lodged in the middle of my throat. I spoke, sounding more like a choke, "Can I go back to my room now?"
Dr. Wood nodded, motioning for one of the nurses to take me back. I was in my own little world when I was finally back in my uncomfortable bed. They were seeing ghost cells. And these doctors weren't idiots, surely it wouldn't take them much longer to figure out I was part ghost, and if that happened, my secret would be ruined. I gulped. I had to get out of here.
This love is killing me, but she's the only one.
I ran up quietly to the blinds, the last thing I wanted was some psycho nurse chaining me to the bed for constantly getting up. I drew the blinds, and ran over to the window. I knew one way of getting out, and it didn't include the front door.
I began my transformation; I could clearly see the two white rings around my waist, when I heard a knock at the door. I jumped, racing back to my bed, staying in human form. I was shivering madly.
"Yes?" I called out weakly.
The glass door opened slightly, and I took on the pose of a statue; it was Mr. Manson.
"Danny, we have to talk."
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