Chapter 3
As if that wasn't bad enough, at that point the Box Ghost appeared in our hospital room.
"I am the Box Ghost!" he taunted. "And you can't catch me! BEWARE!" Emily let out a scream of rage and frustration and buried her face in her pillow, soaking it with tears. Just then, to my total relief, Danny (in his ghost form, of course) flew into the room.
"Maybe she can't catch you." He yelled. "But I can!" He twisted open the Fenton Thermos and sucked the Box Ghost (who was still screaming "Beware!") into it. Emily turned her tear-stained face and her sobs subsided a little bit.
"Danny Phantom?" she asked quietly. Danny nodded, his eyes clouded with confusion. "How do you know my name?" he asked.
I explained everything: Emily's cerebral palsy, her ghost powers, and her frustration about not being able to fight ghosts. Danny shook his head, lost in thought.
"Hmmm…" he said. "Hold on a sec." And he went zooming out the window and out of sight.
Emily and I looked at each other in confusion for a few minutes until he came back, carrying a pair of forearm crutches. Danny carried the crutches into the room and propped them up against Emily's bed.
"These are ghost crutches." He explained. "Push this button" he indicated a small button on the end of the grip that I wouldn't have noticed otherwise, "to activate the ghost-fighting platform." He pushed the button and a smooth metal platform slid between the crutches, connecting them. "The rest is all activated by voice command. Your voice, and only your voice can activate the rest of the crutches' power. When you're not fighting ghosts, you can use them as regular crutches. Try it out." Emily stood on the platform and slipped her hands through the cuffs. "Ghost crutches, intangible!" she commanded. Instantly she, and the ghost crutches, became intangible. Emily smiled, the first time I had seen her smile.
"Cool." She said. I eyed Danny suspiciously.
"How did you get these?" I asked him. Danny shrugged. "My parents aren't the only Fentons with talent in making ghost-fighting tools.
I was very impressed. Just then Danny glanced at his watch.
"Oh my god, it's really late! I got to get back before Mom and Dad start thinking that I was kidnapped by ghosts or something.!' And without another word, he flew out the window.
I turned to Emily to say something, but then I noticed something. Emily's face, which a moment before had been lit with excitement and curiosity, was now a dark mask of worry and nervousness. I put my arm around her.
"What's wrong?" I asked her softly. Emily morphed back into human form, then answered. "I just remembered…I have my surgery tomorrow…I'm scared." I hugged her tightly, but inside I was worried too. Already I cared about Emily so much, and so did Danny. What if something went wrong with her surgery? I rubbed Emily's back until she fell asleep, then made my way back to my own bed. Exhausted from a combination of worrying and the pneumonia, I climbed into bed and immediately fell asleep, wishing that the morning, and Emily's surgery, would never come.
A/N: OMG I am sooooo sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever. I kind of had writers block, and I've been getting a lot of homework…yeah. Anyway I hoped you liked this chapter, please R/R. Oh, and for anyone who's been reading my Full House story, I have MAJOR writer's block-any ideas? Also, for anyone who doesn't know what forearm crutches look like, I'm not really good at describing them, so just go to Google images and search for forearm crutches. Next chapter WILL be coming soon!