Hey guys! I am really really really REALLY sorry that I haven't updated in like... 1 or 2 months, so here's another chapter of You're Moving?! I really hope I didn't turn anyone away from this story, same as my other ones. There's only gonna be one more chapter after this one, and I have everything all planned out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Maybe I can if Desiree grants me a wish! Hey Dessi!!!!
Desiree: "waddya want, I'm busy eating pork!"
Me: "I wish I owned Danny Phantom!"
Dessi: "Sorry, its my day off, kid. Maybe later..." (continues eating)
Me: "Shit..."
Some people also had questions about this one- yeah, Vlad was dressed up as a doctor in the last chapter, just to clear things up for you!
New character in here: doesn't have anything to do with the plot, sorry!
(A/N.) Sorry, but my computer had a virus and I wasn't able to get on a computer and write up more chapters. I might not be able to have conversations with you or answer any questions unless I... never mind, I'm thinking to myself... Sorry! I hope I didn't turn you off from reading my fics, and again, I hope you can all accept my apology. Some of you may be wondering how I told you my computer had a virus a few weeks ago, and that was because I sneaked onto my friend's computer when I went to her house... lol. Plz enjoy this next chapter!
Sam awoke to beeping sounds, a splitting headache, and a great deal of fear rising in her chest. She tried to hold her head, but she couldn't move it for some odd reason; same with her legs. Her eyes felt like they were glued shut with super glue, unable to open them no matter how hard she tried. She felt super weak, so weak that she couldn't even move her head from side to side.
Is anyone supposed to feel like this after... wait, what the hell just happened?Sam thought curiously to herself. C'mon, goth brain, think! OK... I was walking home from school with Caitlyn... Tuck ran into us with the Specter Speeder... We were... trapped in Vlad's mansion, and... Danny... HOLY SHIT! Danny! Oh, my God, its all coming back to me now! The broken arm, my mom... Mom... Is she alright, and what about Danny? Didn't he get hit with one of Vlad's ecto-blasts or something? OW! Why must my brain feel like a milkshake? Sam started to feel a small tear roll down her cheek, from the pain she was in, yes, but from something else, too. She needed her mom. She couldn't think of what she would do without her...
Slowly, she started to open her eyes. She felt weary and weak... not a very good combination.
Tuck and Caitlyn were sitting in upholstered chairs next to Sam's hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up. They, unlike their two unconscious friends, were up all night wondering what would happen. They both noticed Sam's eyes flutter open for a moment, instinct triggered in, and they rushed to her bedside. Sam started to make a few groaning noises, and soon, her eyes were halfway open.
"How are you feeling?" Caitlyn asked concerned. Sam just scoffed and shook her head.
"I'm feelin' howwible," Sam mumbled, somewhat in a daze. Tuck and Caitlyn pretty much figured that she was still a little zoned out from the shot she received yesterday by the strange doctor. The thing is, when Sam had the shot in her stomach, and they took her to the room she's in now, nobody saw where that doctor went.
"Do you even remember what happened?" Tucker questioned, quirking one eye brow.
Sam just closed her eyes and nodded feebly, tears pricking at the back of her eyes. One accidentally slipped out of her grasp and gently rolled down one pale cheek. Caitlyn noticed this and, telling her gothic side to pipe down, sat down next to Sam and gave her a comforting hug.
Sam was so confused right now. She had a billion and one questions to ask her friends and she didn't even know where her voice was. All she could do now was sob silently into Caitlyn's shoulder. Tucker just watched helplessly and sat on Sam's other side. All three of them stayed in this position for quite a while, then Sam finally got her voice to ask one of the many questions that had been haunting her mind while sleeping.
"Is Danny alright?"
Tucker and Caitlyn just exchanged glances, not knowing how to explain this to their unstable friend.
"Well..." Tucker started off, "It's kinda complicated..." Sam just nodded, fearing the worst for her crush.
Caitlyn decided to go on. "Well, you know how he got blasted in the stomach?" Caitlyn looked away, scratching the back of her neck out of nervous habits. Sam continued to stare at her, giving her full attention and allowing Caitlyn and/or Tucker to go on.
"He..." Tucker started, but let's just see if we can do a little flash to Danny's situation, shall we?
(Danny's POV)
Holy crap... what just happened? OK... opening my eyes... any second now... c'mon! Finally I opened my eyes and it was so bright... too bright, actually. I had to close my eyes from the illumination and squint them so as not to get anymore light in them. Seriously, why can't I do anything? What's happening to me? Why can't I-,?
Zzzzzzzztttttttt!!!!!!!
(Nobody's point of view)
One of the doctors operating on Danny's wound started to notice something strange about the situation.
"Uh oh, he's starting to wake up. Get some more anesthesia over here!" called an older doctor. He had long, silvery-grayish hair tied back in a low ponytail. He was tall and lean with a muscular torso. He grinned maliciously as the only doctor other than himself in the room left to get the mask for Danny's face. When no one was near, the mysterious doctor reached into his back pocket and pulled out a suspicious looking remote control.
The button was the size of an average television remote. It was purple and had many buttons, some of which Danny didn't even want to know. As Danny was about to open his eyes, he pressed a small, blue button.
A bright red streak of lightning came out of the front of the remote and dived right onto Danny's chest. Danny's whole body shook violently and he slammed his head right back onto the operating table with a sickening, loud thud. Danny visibly paled. He accumulated dark, bluish-black circles under his eyes. Just then, the younger doctor came back, holding a plastic mask with a nozzle protruding from the plastic part and a rubber string to keep it onto Danny's head.
The younger doctor put the mask on Danny's face and noticed the teen's awfully pale complexion.
"Um, Vlad-,"
"That's 'Doctor Vlad' to you, my young apprentice," Vlad mocked.
The doctor sighed, rolled his eyes, and continued with his sentence. "Whatever. But, did you notice this kid's face? Its really pale. Do you think we should call someone to, like, I don't know... check him out or something?
Vlad just shook his head. "No, no, Erik, I think that he's perfectly well. He's just been hit in the stomach with my-," Vlad quickly cleared his throat. "Oh, excuse me, He has been hit in the stomach with some odd energy beam, definitely by far with the most power I've ever seen!" Vlad exclaimed, grinning evilly and looking at his palms.
Erik began to stare at him quizzically. Vlad then put on an innocent looking face and regained his self-control.
"Sorry, its just that I haven't seen anything like this in all of my days as a doctor!" exclaimed Vlad. Erik sighed.
"I thought you would have seen everything since being a doctor during the stone age," Erik mumbled to himself. Vlad couldn't help but stifle a laugh, but there was something... sinister behind it. Erik shook it off, having an eerie feeling wash over his muscular, twenty-one year old body.
"Oh, my dear boy, I haven't been in the doctoring business since the stone age," Vlad stated, a small smile quivering his lips. "Although it has only been a few hours," he added under his breath while Erik returned to sewing up Danny's wound. Vlad just wiped all traces of the past conversation's emotions off his long face and went to continue the stitching. Beneath the mask that only covered half of Vlad's face, he couldn't help but grin.
After a few agonizingly long hours, Danny was all patched up and ready to go nowhere.
"Phew," sighed Erik as he pulled the mask off his face, "I'm so glad that's done and over with!" Vlad couldn't't help but return the kid's smile.
"'Done and over with?' Ha! Oh, I'm sorry, but that's only some of your training!" Vlad laughed whole-heartedly.
"'Training?'" Erik quoted quoted questioningly. "Do you mean to tell me that I have to do MORE than just this?!" Erik exclaimed, eyes wide. He pushed beach blond hair out of the way of his dark brown eyes, revealing soft, red lips and a friendly expression.
Vlad smirked. His plan was DEFINITELY going according to plan.
"Well, if it is too hard for you, then I suppose that you can just leave," Vlad suggested, leaving the already known answer to be spoken upon Erik's choice.
"Forget this shit! I'm so outta here! Ugh, I need to get something to eat..." Erik kept mumbling over and over to himself about random things until he was out of the room, leaving Vlad and Danny alone in the room with nobody watching.
"Good night, little badger. So nice of you to join us- well, me; against your will, anyway," Vlad stated with a shrug and smiled at the results of the button's handiwork. He pressed the button activating an intercom and called into it.
"Yes, Doctor Masters?" a female voice asked, seeming almost as if she were in heaven at hearing that Vlad had called her on the intercom.
"Ah, Hilary," Vlad said, sounding a little frightened by her sudden day-dreaminess, "I would just like to inform you that Mr. Fenton's surgery is done. We will be taking him to the recovery room and his friends can see him in a little while."
"Okey-dokey, sir!" Hilary squealed from the other end. "I'll be sure to tell them that. Bye, bye. Another giggle...
"Umm, goodbye?" Vlad quirked an eyebrow at the intercom and took his finger off the button. "Maybe I could pay her to just leave me alone? Well, we'll just have to see to it."
"Are you fucking serious!?!?" Sam yelled at the top of her lungs, alerting some of the doctors and nurses passing by. Tuck and Caitlyn winced as Sam nearly clawed their shirts off. "Is he still in surgery?! Is he gonna be alright?! And what about my mom? Is she still alive or not?!?! TELL ME, DAMN IT!" Sam just couldn't hold back any of the sorrow filled tears any longer. She had so much rage, frustration, confusion, sadness, fear... Nearly any emotion that fits into these categories are pretty much what she's feeling right now.
"Sam, calm down!" Caitlyn yelled, getting a little frustrated herself. "You're gonna have to be a little more quiet than that if you're the one trying to keep everything here a secret." She explained a little more calm than last time. Sam took a shaky breath and nodded.
"Well, Sam," Tucker started, "To answer all of your questions in full detail will require multiple years of therapy, so I'm just gonna tell your answers in order: Yes, hopefully not, I sure hope so, she's fine, and my mind tells me yes." Sam tilted her head to the side, showing massive confusion. Tucker shook his head disappointed.
"Forget the questions?" Caitlyn asked. Sam nodded, not being able to suppress a small curve of lips. Tucker just mentally smacked his forehead.
"Of course you did!" At this point, all three of them were laughing their heads off, not being able to stop for about five minutes. It almost seemed as if all their troubles had gone away, but they were only starting.
The first one started as Danny walked into the room, watching his "friends" laughing like crazy, without so much as a care.
Phew! That's over! Only one more chapter to go! And rest assured, the last one will really be awesome! Read and Review, please and thank you!