He coughed more blood up, the red liquid spilling across his white tile
floor. Jazz walked in and screamed, as she ran for his parents. It didn't
matter; he felt like he was dying, he had for a very long time. His parents
entered the bathroom, his dad immediately placed a bucket under his mouth
to catch the bloody puke, and his mom began calling the hospital, the rest
was a blur.
~*~*~*~*
He woke up much later in the day, and all he saw was white.
"Am I in heaven," He wondered out loud.
"No Danny," Came his mothers voice, "Your in the hospital."
"I bet it was a ghost," Danny's father yelled.
"Shut up Dad," Jazz snapped, "Can't you see he's in danger."
He suddenly felt another wrenching in his stomach and more blood began to seep across his sheets, and he cried.
"I wanna go home," He moaned.
"Oh Danny," His mom said stroking his jet black hair, "You'll be able to go home in a few days."
"What's happening," Danny asked in a small voice.
"Your body's just freaking out," Came Jazz's light voice.
"Visiting hours are over," Came a gruff bitchy voice from the background.
"We love you Danny," His mom said softly, and then there was the shuffling of feet and then silence. Only his cries sent him to sleep.
~*~*~*~*
The dream was dark and frightening. Sam and Tucker were on one side, and all the ghosts he ever fought were on the other. Both sides tried to grab him. Both insisting he belonged to them.
"Danny," Sam cried, "Help us."
"Listen to us Man," Came Tuckers worried cries.
In seconds the ghosts had pulled him over and his two friends disappeared in blinding light. Never to return.
~*~*~*~*~*
He woke up at midnight with the awful blood heaves, he tried to scream through the thick liquid, but he couldn't. Immediately the doctor and nurse surrounded him and all he could hear from their conversation was.
"He might not survive," the doctor whispered.
~*~*~*~*
He woke up much later in the day, and all he saw was white.
"Am I in heaven," He wondered out loud.
"No Danny," Came his mothers voice, "Your in the hospital."
"I bet it was a ghost," Danny's father yelled.
"Shut up Dad," Jazz snapped, "Can't you see he's in danger."
He suddenly felt another wrenching in his stomach and more blood began to seep across his sheets, and he cried.
"I wanna go home," He moaned.
"Oh Danny," His mom said stroking his jet black hair, "You'll be able to go home in a few days."
"What's happening," Danny asked in a small voice.
"Your body's just freaking out," Came Jazz's light voice.
"Visiting hours are over," Came a gruff bitchy voice from the background.
"We love you Danny," His mom said softly, and then there was the shuffling of feet and then silence. Only his cries sent him to sleep.
~*~*~*~*
The dream was dark and frightening. Sam and Tucker were on one side, and all the ghosts he ever fought were on the other. Both sides tried to grab him. Both insisting he belonged to them.
"Danny," Sam cried, "Help us."
"Listen to us Man," Came Tuckers worried cries.
In seconds the ghosts had pulled him over and his two friends disappeared in blinding light. Never to return.
~*~*~*~*~*
He woke up at midnight with the awful blood heaves, he tried to scream through the thick liquid, but he couldn't. Immediately the doctor and nurse surrounded him and all he could hear from their conversation was.
"He might not survive," the doctor whispered.