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Danny let out a scream of anguish, a terrible shot having struck the raven haired girl in his arms. It had been so fast and yet the young teen was angry and frustrated with the girl laying in his arms, her blood coating his legs as it spilled onto the ground below him. More shots rang around him, the room filled with the echoes of bullets raining out, screams of spectators running for their lives, his own parents calling out in alarm as another scream joined the sounds around him. This one was the last breath of one male, his blond hair staining with red when his lifeless body hit the wooden surface of the floor. Danny felt himself being yanked up, the raven haired teen in his arms still silent, her body hanging limply as he clung to her, the person who had him, taking them outside, past several people laying motionless as they hid low on the ground. It wasn't any more silent in the outside world with sirens wailing as red and blue blurred his vision, tears streaming down his face. It seemed that the world was ending with all the chaos going on around them, but the halfa seemed to be unaware of all of it as he began to speak, pleading with the female who he had saved from a fate worse than death.
"Sam, please wake up," he said, his voice rough with fear. He was sat down, Sam laid down as he touched down, though he never released her as he pleaded further with her, the small Goth immobile. He pulled back, his hands moving down her body, the blood soaking her top making it hard to see where the wound was, but as soon as his fingers grazed the left part of her torso a groan escaped her pale lips. She winced as she forced his hand away from the site.
"Ow," she muttered. Danny couldn't believe what he was seeing, the raven haired teen opening her amethyst eyes slowly. "That hurts." The halfa wanted to laugh at her words, the relief making him feel crazy. His lips crashed on hers, the feeling of exuberation coursing thru his veins, her body stiffening before relaxing, though she did push him away rather quickly, a groan on her lips. "Gonna have to slow down." She flushed brightly. "Still in pain here." He blushed now, realizing that he was staring at a female who had just taken a bullet.
"Is she okay?" a voice asked, the halfa turning to see his father, the blood on his suit almost a sin with how the male adorned his orange jumpsuits, but this time he paid it no heed. The raven haired ghost fighter nodded, his mother appearing behind her husband with a sigh of relief.
"Thank god!" the red head said as she hugged her husband. It was then that the small group noticed that it wasn't as hectic around them as it had just been moments ago. The shots had gone silent, the screams dying as officers moved around the surrounding mass of people. An EMT approached them, his crewmate with him, the pair moving with a stretcher to take the Goth. Sam didn't fight as they loaded her onto the stretcher, strapping her down before taking her toward an awaiting ambulance, more EMT's leaving the courtroom with other patients, but it was the body bag that caught the attention of the halfa and his parents, Sam already heading toward the hospital. Danny would have gone with her, but he wanted to know the fate of the one male that had tormented the Goth for most of her life. He was sure with all the court shows he had watched growing up, both real and fictional, that he was dead. There was no way that he would be allowed to go free since he had not only killed so many people before this day, but with the carnage that he had unloaded on this day that he would take death by cop. Maybe not by choice, but he had wanted to take Sam out and that would have resulted in his death, a joyful one for him if he took the raven haired teen, but he had not counted on her moving at that moment. She had seen his aim, knowing that he would have hit him too and had pushed him to the side, her body taking the bullet meant for them both.
"What happened?" Jack asked, sure that he had seen it all, but when the first bullet had been fired he had been heading for his child and the small girl with him, his paternal instinct kicking in. Maddie had been behind him, but then more shots had been fired. "Did sh-" Danny nodded, cutting his father off. "But why?" That was a good question, but then again he hadn't even thought to throw up a ghost shield or anything so maybe she had made the best choice. He voiced this to his father, slight shame at not reacting appropriately.
"Oh, son, that's not your fault," his mother stated, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You weren't expecting him to do that, none of us were." Except for Sam. She didn't have to say it for him to know what she didn't voice. Sam had been around him all her life, knowing that he was a killer had come as a shock, but after spending a year with him she knew his dark side. She knew how far he would go and that had been a saving grace and a curse. She shouldn't have had to go thru all that and it wouldn't have happened had they just left the Goth in the care of the Fentons. That was what the raven haired female had even said. She had been safe with them.
Stepping from his parent's side, he walked over to the EMT's carting a body bag toward an ambulance near him. Stopping them by grabbing the handle of the stretcher he asked them, "Is he in here?" The two males in blue didn't even have to guess who he was talking about. One of them reached over and unzipped the bag for the halfa to see who was in the plastic coffin. The blue eyes that looked back at him, the veil of death unable to take the murderous gaze away, let the raven haired male know that Sam was safe. Her father would never come after her, she would never have to look over her shoulder, fear that she would have to endure that life again of being violated, was over. She was free as were the people who would have died the moment they entered that home, that house of death. Some blood oozed down his eyes, the hole in his head not what he had expected. Shows were not real life and while in the movies it was a single hole with a bit of blood, this was not. It was a crater in his head, his skull clear to see with some brain matter leaking out over what was left of his blond locks.
Nodding, the halfa stepped back, watching as they loaded his body up before taking to the skies, his parents smiling as they watched him leave. It would be okay. Everything, though sad, would be better now. The families of those that had been killed by the wealthy male could now have closure, others who could have been killed by him would live and Sam would be able to live the way she wanted to. "Can we speak with you?" Jack and Maddie turned to face two officers, both faces grim as more people were loaded into the ambulances behind them. Jack nodded. "Can you tell us what you witnessed?" Nodding the pair began to explain what had happened, and what they had felt had led to the male going on killing spree in the courthouse.
Danny flew over the city, seeing nothing but the hospital in the distance. He was sure that Sam was fine, her mood not that of one on the brink of death, but who was to say that she wasn't a good actress and able to fool him when she might be dying. He sped up, hitting the building and going thru until he found the ER on the first floor, the place packed with patients and doctors alike, the group a moving machine of people rushing to save lives. He headed for the front desk, his blue eyes ever alert for any sign that the Goth was already at the hospital.
There was a dark haired female behind the counter, two other nurses beside her gathering paperwork or answering the phone as people milled around him in either a gloomy mood or happy as a doctor came and told them good news. He didn't wait for the nurse to see him before asking, "Sam Manson?" The green eyes of the nurse lifted up to look at him, her eyes dead with fatigue.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone also filled with the emotion in her eyes.
"I am looking for Sam Manson. She was brought in with the other people in the courthou-" She held up her hand, a sign that she wanted him to shut up, the halfa unhappy with the attitude when he was just worried about the Goth and her condition. Before she could say something the male before her transformed, his eyes flashing green as he glared at her. He might be a teen and maybe he was just too emotional after all that had happened, but he could care less about that when this woman before him was being rather cold. She might be tired, but damn it he was too. He was emotionally exhausted and with the trial he had gotten little in the way of sleep. Hell! He had seen death, the shots so close to where the pair had been sitting in that courtroom so for him wanting something as simple as the condition of his... what was she? She was a friend, but he felt there was mo- He gave himself a mental shake, power coursing into his gloved fingertips. "If you could just tell me if she is here and how she is doing," he muttered, his tone cold now.
She was looking at him differently now, her green eyes wide in fear as she pointed down the hall. "S-She is in surgery." Dissipating his energy, his fingers smoking for a second as he put the energy ball out he nodded.
"Thank you." That was all that was said before he de-transformed, his green eyes now a cold blue. Walking away he found a seat close by, the people who had witnessed his transformation moving away from him. Though most of them knew that he was a good guy, there was still a few people that were wary of his existence. It didn't take long for a doctor to appear, the same dark headed nurse still shaken as she pointed him out, her words unheard by him, but he was sure they were of warning for his own safety. The white haired male just shook his head before coming over to him, a smile on his lips.
"You must be Danny," he said, his brown eyes twinkling. "First I must say that I have never seen her looking so rattled." Danny blinked in surprise. He was sure that this older male would berate him for scaring his co-worker, but for him to make a comment was rather shocking. "Miss Manson is doing fine. She has no internal bleeding, only a wound on her side so there were no major arteries or organs that were struck. She is lucky all in all." The halfa could feel that final knot of unease release as he let out a breath he hadn't even realized that he was holding.
"When can I see her?" he asked.
"Well, you can go and sit with her, but she is still out from the surgery." He turned and walked with Danny down to the elevator just to the left of the ER's waiting room. "She is on the fourth floor, room 402." The raven haired male was wondering how long she was going to be there when the older male answered him. "She only needs to be here for a night or two so we can keep an eye on her. Just because she wasn't injured in a more critical area doesn't mean she can't get an infection." He turned, leaving the halfa alone as the elevator door opened. He didn't plan on leaving her for those days that she had to stay in the hospital, in fact he didn't plan to leave her side any time soon.
It took him little time, turning intangible instead of taking the elevator, to find her room, the raven haired female laying prone in the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Taking a seat next to her bed, he took her hand, the heat in that small appendage reassuring as he waited for her to awaken.