Chapter 4
The morning did come, and with it the day of Emily's surgery. Danny and I watched as the anesthesiologist placed a mask on Emily's mouth and nose as they were preparing Emily for the operation. As the anesthesia flooded her bloodstream, Emily's muscles relaxed, and for the first time I was able to see just the effect that the CP had on her body.
The hands that were once clenched in half-fists smoothed out. The legs that were once bent straightened. The feet that had once flopped to the side now were pointed up towards the ceiling. The eyes that had once wandered now stayed in place, and the limbs that were once always cold because of poor circulation grew warm. For the first time, Emily looked, well…normal.
We watched until Emily was wheeled into the elevator, then turned and quietly went back to mine and Emily's room. As soon as we entered the room, I started to cough. I suddenly felt very dizzy. Danny looked at me worriedly.
"Are you okay?" he asked in concern. I shook my head. "I'm so…dizzy." I wheezed. My head began to swim, but I still had one thought firmly in my mind. Get to my bed. If I could lie down, maybe I would feel better. Got to get to my bed…The bed suddenly seemed so far away. I hadn't taken more then a couple of steps when I passed out, the only sound piercing the darkness was the persistent ringing of the call bell as Danny desperately called for a nurse.
Danny stood outside the Intensive Care Unit, watching my lifeless form on the bed. He was worried about me, and also about Emily. He paced up and down the hall, waiting for news on either of us. A nurse tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.
"Mr. Fenton? Miss Link is out of surgery and doing fine. She'll be waking up from the anesthesia soon; the Recovery Room is down the hall and to the right."
Danny whirled around and started quickly walking down the hall. He knew the nurse wouldn't have lied to him, but he wanted to see Emily with his own eyes.
He stepped into the recovery room and immediately spotted Emily stirring on a bed. He rushed over to her side and saw a thick plaster cast on each of her legs, from her toes to her hips. It was heartbreaking to see the spasticity returning to her body, like an evil monster intent on devouring her strength.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Yeah." Emily said groggily. She raised her head a few inches and her eyes scanned the room.
"Where's Sam?" she asked. Danny gulped. He wasn't sure how Emily would take the news.
"Um…Emily. I'm not sure how you'll take this…" his voice trailed off.
"Tell me." Emily said, a slightly panicked and urgent tone to her voice. Danny made up his mind.
"Sam's not doing so good. She passed out this morning and she's in the Intensive Care Unit. The doctors aren't very optimistic about her chances." Emily's face slowly changed from disbelief, to sadness, and finally confusion, as if she was debating something inside her mind.
"Danny." She said urgently. "Come closer." And then, whispering in his ear, she told him the other half of her ghostly secret.
A/N: Two chapters in three days, I'm on a roll! Lol. Anyway to answer some of the confusion, Danny had already had the ghost crutches made. He had them stowed away in a corner of the basement so his parents wouldn't notice it. Anyway I know what I'm going to write in the next chapter, so I probably will have it up by the end of this week, especially since we have a three day weekend! Yay! Please review!