When I was reading my reviews, I started laughing when I heard about using creepy so much. I even went back and read the chapter, and saw that I indeed did use a little too much of that word. Sorry guys, variety could happen a little more… but I never go back and read it, and I never really pay attention to what I'm writing either. Just kinda writing my thoughts down on paper, I will try a little harder this time. Anyhow… here is the next chapter, finally.

"Come Daniel, I will show you to your room," the doctor said, shoving his papers onto his clipboard and attaching them, so he could carry them with him.

"Where will my parents, sister and friend stay?" I asked him, and he smiled eerily.

"Downstairs, don't you worry about them."
He said that, as though I was supposed to listen to it like an order. Like I was going to trust him, of course I was going to worry about them! This creepy place, and creepy people, what not to worry about? He led me up a set of stairs, and I could feel myself getting lightheaded again. Sam was right next to me, and I grabbed ahold of her hand, to help keep my balance.

"You Ok Danny?" She asked concerned, and I nodded weakly. Yea, I was fine for now, sort of. But now to add onto being sick, I had to worry about my parents, because I hadn't seen them in a while. The stairs seemed to go on forever, and I thought for sure I was going to pass out. We passed flight after flight, going and going, and we finally got to flight 13.

"Your room is room #89 down the hallway," he pointed down the hall, and Jazz nodded for me. I followed Sam and Jazz down the hall wearily, ready to fall to the floor any second. The heat in this hospital was horrible, as though we were in a desert or something, and I knew for a fact it wasn't hot out outside. I would just open a window in my room I guess. The heat wasn't helping with my light head, or anything at the moment, I just wished I was back home, where I could kick back and watch TV or something, but I ended up over here, in this eerie place, in which I wished I had never come to.

When we opened up the door, a fowl stench came rolling out, and I backed off a little, and so did Sam and Jazz.

"Danny can't stay in there," Sam defended me, but there really wasn't anyone around disagreeing with that.

"Yea, maybe we should go ask him if there's a different room, this one smells so bad," Jazz agreed, and I began to follow her back down the hall, but she stopped me.

"Danny, you stay here with Sam, Ok? I'll be back in a second," she patted my head, and I looked at her, and didn't want her to go alone, but what was I going to do?

After Jazz disappeared down the hall, I sat down on the ground, and Sam walked up next to me, and fell to the floor, crossing her legs when she hit it.

"You gonna be Ok?" She asked me, and if I got a dollar for how many times she said that, I would be rich. I knew she was just trying to be nice, and she cared, but she asked it all the time.

"Yea, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"You don't look fine though," She said, and brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes, and I smiled at her for a quick second, but it faded fast.

"You can hardly smile anymore," she said, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, and I could hear her sniffle, since she was crying. I put my arms around her in return, and I closed my eyes. I wished things could just be Ok again, like they always had. Then I wouldn't have to be in this condition, and I wouldn't have Sam, or Jazz, or anyone needing to worry about me anymore.

"What are you two doing sitting out here?" A raspy voice appeared from behind us, and I jumped from the sudden appearance of this mystery person. Sam let go of me, and turned to look at him, and when she turned, I noticed how watery her eyes were, and it made me feel bad.

It was a nurse, she was about a foot taller than Sam and I, with long, dark curly hair that fell down to her waist in loose ravels. She was also pail, like everyone else here, and was giving off that eerie feeling like everyone else I encountered had. She looked like she was about 24 or so, not very old at all.

"Nothing, we're waiting for someone," Sam answered for me, despite the fact that she sounded muffled from crying just moments ago.

"Oh? Who?" She asked, suspicious of us, since we were the only ones sitting outside and we were kids with no supervision.

"His sister, and his doctor," Sam replied again, her voice slightly more serious than before.

"Is this his room?" She asked us, going on with all her questioning, as though we were doing something wrong in the first place, when we were just sitting on the floor. Everyone seemed to hate us not in rooms, as though they were hiding something, and didn't want us to find it.

"Yes, but we don't want to go in there. We're trying to get a room switch for him, that room is disgusting," Sam stated the truth, and the doctor looked at us as though we had just teased her.

"I clean these rooms, and there is clearly nothing wrong with that room," she said, playing with her hair, and looking at us seriously, and sternly. It didn't make me like this place anymore, no one here was friendly, they all hated us, while they smiled around each other.

"We didn't mean any trouble," Sam said, and backed off a little, and once again, I felt ashamed for making her do all the talking, but she was saying things before I even thought of what to say.

"Yea, well, how about you get into that room, and I had better not catch you out of there, unless you have adult supervision, you got it?"

"Yes," Sam mumbled, and she got up off the ground, brushing her skirt off once she had stood up. She helped me up off my feet, and I could feel my world spinning, that was to much movement at the moment, with all the heat, and this person yelling at me, and then getting up and moving around didn't help out any, I wanted a cozy, comfortable place to stay, not some stinky room.

"Danny… Maybe we can just let you stay in a hotel or something," Sam suggested, noticing the faint look on my face. I looked over at her, and shrugged, I didn't think it was possible to get out of here, when your held overnight, your held there, no exceptions.

"Danny, please say your gonna be Ok?" Sam asked, and I could sense her getting sad again.

"I'll be all right, don't worry about me."

She stood there, looking at me erectly, not knowing exactly what to think. One part of her wanting to believe me, but the other part refusing to believe, with the conditions I was in. She looked at the floor, Un-able to look at my miserable self any longer, one hand grasping onto her other arm, in which she did when she needed to think.

"I have to worry about you," she admitted, "When I see you hurt, I have to worry Danny, I can't help it. Your everything to me." She lifted up her head to look at me, and I hung mine down, as though eye contact was going to be hard to achieve at the moment, I felt so guilty.

"Hey you two, is something wrong?" Jazz asked, as she approached us.

"No," Sam lied, although Sam and I both knew nothing was right at this point in time, but things could clear up, right?

"Well… they said they couldn't change his room… and I asked if he could stay in a hotel with us, and they said as long as he doesn't need to have anything to do with overnight, so he can stay in a hotel for tonight," Jazz smiled half-happily.

"When can we get out of this place?" I whined, and Jazz looked at me sadly, knowing I didn't like this place at all, I mean, who could?

"I don't know Danny, I haven't seen mom and dad yet either," she recalled, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember where they had gone off to.

"They haven't shown up yet?" I asked worried for them now, they had been gone over an hour by now.

"No, I'm sure they are just having one of their ghost moments."

"Yeah, in which I am sure they could find a lot of ghosts here," I replied in an effort to hint to Sam and Jazz that I though/knew that this place was filled with ghosts. Knowing how many ghosts there were out there in the world that hated me, these guys could kill me just as easily as the rest, especially now that I was sick, and there were hundreds of them in this place. I was dreading the thought of staying here, but having them working on my sickness was nothing I wanted to interfere with at all, I just wanted to walk out of this place with my family and Sam, with no problems.

"Yea, this place seems to be full of them," Sam agreed with me.

"You guys don't think… they are all ghosts?" Jazz asked us as though we were crazy for even thinking that, but then she lightened up her serious expression about it, and realized, maybe we were right.

"Let's get outta here," Sam suggested, and I had wished I could have said that a long time ago, luckily Sam was there to take the words right out of my mouth for me.

"We can't leave my parents behind though," Jazz brought up downhearted, since she had brought up bad news for our escape plan.

"Your expecting for us to walk around and find them?" Sam asked her doubtful of us returning if they weren't.

"Yes, That's what I'm saying, I mean, how bad could it be?" She said, always looking on the bright side.

"Danny can't wander around though," Sam regretted, and Jazz looked at Sam, then back at me.

"You're right… I guess I'm going to go on my own then?"

"No, I'll go, I'll be fine," I said, trying to act as though I would be just fine, even though I knew that after about 10 min. of walking I would probably start to feel dizzy, but I would have to deal with it.

"You're sure?" Jazz asked to make sure I had said the right thing.

"Yes," I confirmed tiredly. Sam didn't like the idea of that, because her face broke down again, as she watched me start to stagger down the hall next to Jazz, but she caught up, to make sure everything would be Ok.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Sam said, getting her thoughts of it in, but Jazz and I were ready, Sam was also, but she had to worry about me like usual, since she didn't believe me when I said I was going to be all right.

"It has to be done," I told her dreadfully. Here I went, on yet another one of life's many journeys… this was only the beginning of the mysteries of this old hospital, one in which I hoped I could live through. If only my parents hadn't wandered off… we could have been out of here and safe, but now it had started us on a world's of a journey. How it was going to turn out? Only time could tell us that…