Kwan stepped out the hospital room rubbling his arm.
"What happened?" Sam said. She seemed so anxious to Kwan. Like she needed to know.
"Nothing really"
"He's breathing"
"Yes." Kwan said. "Didn't you know that? Have you not gone in and seen him?" Kwan noticed Dash and Paulina staring at him. Wondering why he was talking to that 'Stupid Goth' (as they put it) Kwan turned back to Sam.
"No. But really. But I'm going next." Sam said.
"Like I care." Kwan said. Chuckling silently to lighten the mood in the hospital.
The nurse poked her head in the room. "Next"
Sam bolted out of her seat.
"Dash Baxter"
Dash silently stood up and followed the nurse in to the hospital room.
"What?" Sam scremed.
Dash's POV:
I poke my head into the hospital room and stare at Danny like he is an alien. This was defintly a posistion I never thought I'd be in. That is, staring at Danny feeling sorry for the kid I picked on at school. I mean, he still was a loser. I could feel sorry for a loser, right?
I walked over to Danny's hospital bed. How do you do this. I roll my eyes. "Um, hi." I say sarcastly. Then I realise, I'm alone. And I can say anything I want. Fenton isn't even awake! He can't hear me...not a word! "I know this sounds weird. But I hope your okay." I started. "I won't, I won't have anybody to punch." I chuckled to myslef and imagine Danny inside a locker. Hey, feeling sorry for Danny Fenton is a rare thing. And I thought I was doing good in the hospital room.
Danny moves slowly in his bed.
I have to admit, this was starnge. Me feeling sorry for him. But hey, I have a heart. I breathed in.
Okay, I thought to myself, Now for the whole talking part. Nobody's gonna hear you being nice.
"Ummm, Fenton, I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry that I pushed you in lockers, framed you for throwing the Food Fight, being mean to you at the pary, changing the dress code at the same party and making it loser chic (you and your friends clothes..ha! Still funny in a way), Calling you names (loser, freak ect.), and the other stuff"
Danny's hand moved, I think.
"Your not all that bad." I say, "Just a little on the starange side"
I see the cards on Danny's end table laying by the hospital bed. For some reason I feel like I should write a card, but go aganist it. He'll see tem if he wakes up, I told myself. I'll just pass on this card thing.
I sit on the chair besides him and play with the flowers on the side of his desk from his parents. Danny moans. He looks like he is having some really bad dream. He looks like he's even in some pain. I've had one of those dreams before. But it's just a dream.
Danny's eye twitch. I think I hear him mutter something in his sleep.. something starting with a g.. what did he say?
"What did you say?" Silence. He just lays there worried looking and confused. "Fenton..?" I am getting creeped out. I never thought of it as a way that I am just sitting here with a loser from my school talking to him like he is actually my friend, feeling sorry for him like some abandoned puppy, and hoping he is alright. I want to shake him. I want to yell at him to wake up and stop making me feel sorry for him.
I try and think what happened. The only information I've been told is that this definintley was not a suicide attempt. WELL NO KIDDING. Fenton is weird, but a sucicide attempt? No. No way.. Sam says someone pushed him. Danny being pushed off a building is more likely then the stupid attempt. If I knew who pushed him I'd.. "Ouch!" Danny winces and turns over on his side in his sleep. "Please..get away!" Danny is yelling like he is getting beaten. Beaten badly. I get up quickly and jump. That scared me. "Stop it Fenton. You're creepin me out! Shut up!" I am screaming at an unconcious Danny.. I feel like more of a loser than he is.. "Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Danny is completley silent. Unbreathing. The only noise is my deep unsteady breathing and the beeping of the pulse monitor or something. It is slow. Beep...Beep...Beep... I am fully ready for it to stop any second and for Danny's eyes to open, and then stop. Just stop. He doesn't. And I keep my cool.
Yeah.. keep my cool. Breathe. Keep your cool. Breathe. This is working. Suddently Danny sturrs again.
"Go ghost stinger!" He chokes on the last words.
Ghost stinger? GHOST stinger? What? Silence.
Silence.
It's strange how much he's talking. Maybe he'll be okay after all.
Breathing. Danny remains still and unmoving, the sheets on his bed perfectly smooth. I wonder what goes on in his head. What kind of a dream could involve a GHOST stinger.. Ghost.. GHOST.. "You're wierd Fenton.." The nurse escorts me out of the room.
Candy- I hope you enjoyed this. Paulina is next I think.