Alright, between this one and brainwashed, I only have a few more chapters actually written, and I've been working on Brainwashed...so I hope to get more of this one soon. Sorry for any delays.
Torturing in writing is fun LaBOBruen...no chainsaws please. ;)
"Danny!" Jazz literally screamed as she reached the landing of the stairway and looked down the hall to see his form limply laying on the floor in front of his door. "DANNY!" She rushed over to him and took his hand. He turned his head and looked at her through heavy eyelids.
"Guess there was something to worry about after all," he said weakly, and allowed her to help him to his feet. "I'm sure I'll be fine if I just sit down." Jazz didn't argue, but helped him lower himself to his bed, and lean against the wall.
"See," he smiled reassuringly up at her, "I feel better already."
"That's what you said before," she shook her head and sat next to him.
"Well, I've been in bed all day, and I want to do something." Jazz watched with arms ready to shoot out and catch him should he fall, as he reached under his bed and pulled out his lap-top. "Glad Mom and Dad got this for me," he muttered, flipping on the power switch and making sure all of his connections were in place.
Finally, he leaned back against the wall with a sigh, and started hooking up his web-cam.
"Maybe you should just rest for a little longer," Jazz said, unsurely. Danny didn't even look up from the screen as he logged into MSN Messenger.
"It's not like it will wear me out."
"Um..." Danny shook his head and finally looked over at her.
"I'll be careful, I promise." Jazz nodded and sat back against the wall, unable to relax. She hadn't seen anyone faint since Marsha Bullstin had in her third grade class, and she found it unsettling to arrive just after someone had collapsed...especially her little brother.
"Danny! Hey!" Jazz looked over as Sam's pixilated web-cam came up. "Welcome back to the world of the living..." Danny raised an eyebrow at her comment, and she realized what she'd said. "Er...again..." Danny laughed.
"Where's Tucker?" He checked his list again. "Doesn't say he's on."
"He went to dinner a few minutes ago. You just missed him."
"Oh," Danny sighed. "Well, I have to discuss some things with you guys, and I don't know if I'll have enough energy to do it twice." He sighed, "so when he gets back on, so will I."
"Okay," Sam said, "just take it easily." Danny nodded, and leaned back.
"I will." Set the computer aside, and leaned his head on Jazz's shoulder. It was all she could do to not jump in surprised. She just sat there blinking for several minutes while he continued to rest.
