I'm BAAAAACK!! Didja miss me? Huh? HUH? Didja? Didja? Huh?

Anyways… Oh, I don't know much about leukemia, so if you know more than me, please, do not hesitate to tell me what I need to know.

I Don't Own Anybody!! (Except Rose, the nurse).

Sam stared up at the ceiling. If she had to endure this much longer, she would go crazy.

"She's just inside here" Nurse Rose said to the boy.

"How is she?" he asked, a concerned look crossed his face. Nurse Rose sighed and shook her head.

"Not so good. She hasn't been responding to the chemo." She pushed open the door, and the boy walked in. He stopped in his tracks. A horrifying scene met his eyes. Sam was sprawled on the hospital bed, a pump connected to her stomach. She seemed almost life-less, billions of tubes, it seemed like, connected to one I.V. feeding into her arm. She was pale, paler even than normal. Her astoundingly violet eyes seemed stuck to a certain point on the ceiling. She didn't even notice him come in. Sam was thin, as if she hadn't been eating. He stared at the bottle labeled CHEMOTHERAPY being pumped into her, to avoid eye contact. He never even knew that chemo was a drug.

"Your chemotherapy session is over" Nurse Rose said aloud. Sam didn't even look down.

"Good. Take it out. It makes me feel like- like- like crud." Sam said harshly.

"That just means that it is working. Chemo is a strange medicine." Nurse Rose said cheerfully.

"Isn't medicine supposed to make you feel better?"

"Well, chemo is making you better, you just feel worse."

"Wonderful." Sam groaned. Nurse Rose gently slid the tube of chemotherapy out of her I.V. "At least that's one less tube in me."

"If you would eat, then you would have another out." Nurse Rose put away the bottle.

"And you only need 14 sessions of chemotherapy. That means that you're only 13 sessions away from being done. Of course, it will also take about a year. You don't need it every day you know. A little more than every month."

"Just peachy. And, no, I will not eat that cruddy meat. I am an ultra-recyclo vegetarian for Pete's sake. I would eat a tofu soy melt, but nooo…"

"How about this? I'll buy organic peanut butter with no animal fat, and make you a peanut butter jelly sandwich for you. I'll do my best to get you vegetarian food, if you promise to eat it."

"Deal. I miss eating anyway."

"You have a visitor." Nurse Rose finally said. Sam looked down anxiously.

"DANNY!" she exclaimed. A bit of color crawled into her face. Her eyes seemed to dance. He stepped forward.

"Hey Sam." He said. Nurse Rose slipped out the door. "You're not eating?"

"Just because I'm in the hospital doesn't mean that I have to eat meat. Where's Tucker?" Then, answering herself, "oh".

"Hey, Dad and Mom send their love." Danny said, blushing.

"Just as long as they don't try and adopt me!" Sam laughed. It felt so good to laugh. It almost made her feel as if she's not insane. Maybe she isn't. How do you know if you've gone insane?

Danny grinned. "Hey! What's wrong with my parents?" He asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Oh, nothing, I just don't want to be bothered by screams of GHOST! every day…" she continued casually. Suddenly, her phone on the dresser played a gothic sounding creepy tune. Danny picked it up and handed it to Sam.

"Hey Sam. Hope u r feeling better. Would b there, but it's a hospital. Get better good, & I MEAN IT!

-Tucker F."

She read aloud. "Awww… how sweet." She handed the phone back to Danny, who put it on the dresser.

"You know, I'm not gonna be here forever. After I get better I get to go home, only I have to come back every now and then to get treatment." She suddenly stopped. "Has Rose told you how I'm doing?"

Danny quickly lied. "Your doing fine." He said.

"Good. I don't want to die."

"What?" Nurse Rose asked. She stared at the screen in disbelief. Sam, the little girl in room 9, was actually improving. Then she remembered that boy, Danny. He is the only thing keeping her alive. She has a will to live.