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Danni- 2005: Sorry, he's alive, but not the way you think he is..... don't worry, I take no offense. I killed him for a reason. I was originally gonna kill Sam, but too amny people do that for me to do it too. A special thank you to all my reviewers. I may not be updating for a while cuz I'm driving from my gramma's to my house; 2700 miles. I'll update as soon as I get home!!!:)
Chapter 7
Sam dried her eyes on Tucker's sleeve and looked up at the digital clock on the wall. 8:15; they'd been crying for almost 4 hours. Moving sluggishly, she stood up and straightened her shirt. It was so hard to believe that Danny was actually gone. The doctors said it was an accident, but several of them cried foul play, pointing out suspicious- looking bruises on Danny's throat.
"Just like that," Tucker whispered, startling Sam out of her thoughts. " He went so fast. I mean, he was doing great yesterday. Dr. Moorhead said he would be ready to go home soon. And now he's gone."
Sam felt the tears starting again and wiped them away furiously on the collar of her shirt. 'Crying won't help anything, Samantha,' she thought firmly. Flopping down on the couch, she turned on the television and began flipping through the channels, trying to avoid conversation. Tucker took the hint and shut his mouth, leaning back against the noisy leather sofa and closing his eyes.
Suddenly the phone rang, making them both jump. Sam grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" she croaked hoarsely. "Yes. No, nothing. Tucker told me. What? Why? Alright. Bye."
Tucker looked up when Sam put the phone down. Her eyes were beginning to brim with tears again. "They want us down at the hospital. They say it's important."
Tuck nodded and turned the tv off, taking Sam's coat from the closet and the umbrella that had been standing in the corner. "Come on."
"Tucker, I can't," she whispered, collapsing onto the sofa, "I can't go in there again."
"Sam, we have to do this, for Danny." He sat beside her and took her hand, his eyes looking straight into hers. Slowly, she nodded and stood up, leaning lightly against him. Tucker smiled warmly at her and led her out the front door and into the stormy darkness.
This was impossible. In all his years of medical school he had been taught that something like this never happened. No, there had to be a logical explanation. He wracked his brain, but found nothing. Closing the door behind him, he made his way to the waiting room. This was going to be hard to explain.
(Dr. Moorhead's P.O.V.)
The Goth. kid and the computer nerd were just arriving when I reached the waiting room, both almost thoroughly soaked. The nerd, Tucker, I think, was holding an umbrella in serious need of a repair. The spokes were at odd angles and the canvas had been completely torn from them. When I raised my eyebrow he shrugged and gestured to the screaming storm outside.
"Hello. You two are Danny's friends. Please come with me." I led them to my office, trying to hide the shock that was coursing through me. On the way we passed Mr. Fenton's old room and I heard, Samantha?, stifle a small sob. I wanted to turn around and blurt out the whole story right there, but as I professional I knew that I would have to wait for the safety of my chair and a closed door.
Once inside my office I sat down and breathed heavily, taking my glasses off and setting them on my desk. It had already been a long day, and now I had to tell two over- emotional teenagers about it.
"Listen, I need to tell this story from the beginning, and you cannot interrupt me. Do you understand?" Nods. "Good, then I'll begin.
When Danny first came in here he was in a shock so advanced we were sure he was going to die. He actually DID die for a moment or two, but we brought him back successfully. We found him this morning, dead as a doornail. Excuse the expression. No heartbeat, no pulse, as cold as ice."
Samantha was beginning to cry again, and Tucker had suddenly become very interested in a piece of lint clinging to his sweater. I rolled my eyes slightly and continued.
"So, imagine my surprise when I went into his room an hour ago and found him sitting up in bed, breathing normally."
Their reaction was just as I had expected. They looked shocked for a moment, then Samantha screamed and fell out of her chair. Tucker slammed a hand on my desk. "Where is he?" he asked.
"Take it easy, he's asleep at the moment. If you don't wake him I'll let you go see him." When they nodded again, I led them out of the office and down the hallway to intensive care.
Tucker gasped when he saw Danny. The boy had begun a rapid healing stage; most of his cuts and scrapes were no more than barely visible scars. Sam sank to her knees in tears beside his bed.
Danny stirred and opened his eyes. There was something horribly wrong with his friend, something that went deeper than his injuries. Tucker couldn't place it at the moment, but the hair on the back of his neck prickled when Danny looked at him and smiled. Sam however seemed not to notice. She held his hand and sobbed while he whispered to her that it was okay. "I'm all right," he said softly, "please stop crying, Sam."
Tucker shivered and promised himself that as long as he was in this room he wouldn't let his guard down against this monster that was so like, but so unlike, his best friend.
Okay, this one was a little longer. I'm no good at writing long, so I'll conclude Chapter seven with my favorite Lord of the Rings quote.
"Many that live deserve death, and many that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then don't be so quick to deal out death and judgement. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
- - - - Gandalf: The Fellowship of the Ring
Danni- 2005: Sorry, he's alive, but not the way you think he is..... don't worry, I take no offense. I killed him for a reason. I was originally gonna kill Sam, but too amny people do that for me to do it too. A special thank you to all my reviewers. I may not be updating for a while cuz I'm driving from my gramma's to my house; 2700 miles. I'll update as soon as I get home!!!:)
Chapter 7
Sam dried her eyes on Tucker's sleeve and looked up at the digital clock on the wall. 8:15; they'd been crying for almost 4 hours. Moving sluggishly, she stood up and straightened her shirt. It was so hard to believe that Danny was actually gone. The doctors said it was an accident, but several of them cried foul play, pointing out suspicious- looking bruises on Danny's throat.
"Just like that," Tucker whispered, startling Sam out of her thoughts. " He went so fast. I mean, he was doing great yesterday. Dr. Moorhead said he would be ready to go home soon. And now he's gone."
Sam felt the tears starting again and wiped them away furiously on the collar of her shirt. 'Crying won't help anything, Samantha,' she thought firmly. Flopping down on the couch, she turned on the television and began flipping through the channels, trying to avoid conversation. Tucker took the hint and shut his mouth, leaning back against the noisy leather sofa and closing his eyes.
Suddenly the phone rang, making them both jump. Sam grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" she croaked hoarsely. "Yes. No, nothing. Tucker told me. What? Why? Alright. Bye."
Tucker looked up when Sam put the phone down. Her eyes were beginning to brim with tears again. "They want us down at the hospital. They say it's important."
Tuck nodded and turned the tv off, taking Sam's coat from the closet and the umbrella that had been standing in the corner. "Come on."
"Tucker, I can't," she whispered, collapsing onto the sofa, "I can't go in there again."
"Sam, we have to do this, for Danny." He sat beside her and took her hand, his eyes looking straight into hers. Slowly, she nodded and stood up, leaning lightly against him. Tucker smiled warmly at her and led her out the front door and into the stormy darkness.
This was impossible. In all his years of medical school he had been taught that something like this never happened. No, there had to be a logical explanation. He wracked his brain, but found nothing. Closing the door behind him, he made his way to the waiting room. This was going to be hard to explain.
(Dr. Moorhead's P.O.V.)
The Goth. kid and the computer nerd were just arriving when I reached the waiting room, both almost thoroughly soaked. The nerd, Tucker, I think, was holding an umbrella in serious need of a repair. The spokes were at odd angles and the canvas had been completely torn from them. When I raised my eyebrow he shrugged and gestured to the screaming storm outside.
"Hello. You two are Danny's friends. Please come with me." I led them to my office, trying to hide the shock that was coursing through me. On the way we passed Mr. Fenton's old room and I heard, Samantha?, stifle a small sob. I wanted to turn around and blurt out the whole story right there, but as I professional I knew that I would have to wait for the safety of my chair and a closed door.
Once inside my office I sat down and breathed heavily, taking my glasses off and setting them on my desk. It had already been a long day, and now I had to tell two over- emotional teenagers about it.
"Listen, I need to tell this story from the beginning, and you cannot interrupt me. Do you understand?" Nods. "Good, then I'll begin.
When Danny first came in here he was in a shock so advanced we were sure he was going to die. He actually DID die for a moment or two, but we brought him back successfully. We found him this morning, dead as a doornail. Excuse the expression. No heartbeat, no pulse, as cold as ice."
Samantha was beginning to cry again, and Tucker had suddenly become very interested in a piece of lint clinging to his sweater. I rolled my eyes slightly and continued.
"So, imagine my surprise when I went into his room an hour ago and found him sitting up in bed, breathing normally."
Their reaction was just as I had expected. They looked shocked for a moment, then Samantha screamed and fell out of her chair. Tucker slammed a hand on my desk. "Where is he?" he asked.
"Take it easy, he's asleep at the moment. If you don't wake him I'll let you go see him." When they nodded again, I led them out of the office and down the hallway to intensive care.
Tucker gasped when he saw Danny. The boy had begun a rapid healing stage; most of his cuts and scrapes were no more than barely visible scars. Sam sank to her knees in tears beside his bed.
Danny stirred and opened his eyes. There was something horribly wrong with his friend, something that went deeper than his injuries. Tucker couldn't place it at the moment, but the hair on the back of his neck prickled when Danny looked at him and smiled. Sam however seemed not to notice. She held his hand and sobbed while he whispered to her that it was okay. "I'm all right," he said softly, "please stop crying, Sam."
Tucker shivered and promised himself that as long as he was in this room he wouldn't let his guard down against this monster that was so like, but so unlike, his best friend.
Okay, this one was a little longer. I'm no good at writing long, so I'll conclude Chapter seven with my favorite Lord of the Rings quote.
"Many that live deserve death, and many that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then don't be so quick to deal out death and judgement. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
- - - - Gandalf: The Fellowship of the Ring