Candeh- Wow. This second chapter got A LOT of reviews. I'm not sure if I'll get to answering all of you, but I'm pretty sure I can make an exception since you all reviewed so much. Thanks by the way.
I'm very sad that we have to wait until December to get a new episode of Danny, but December is such a special month and maybe there we'll get a special something under the mistletoe.
Again, I'm so happy that you all reviewed so much. Please do it again!
Ginger: Wicked! Thanks fro your review and I'm so glad you liked it.
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RiverFox237: LOL. You liked that line, eh? xP I was trying to make it a bit humorous in the time Danny is hurt. I needed to get my mind off the thought of him in a stretcher with those gross smelling pillows. Don't worry Danny, my time in the hospital wasn't fun either. But I made it...
I'm also glad you liked Nurse Jillian. I'm going for the clever girl nurse power thing. Nurse Power. Ewww...did that sound really childish? Again, thanks.
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I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
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Katie: Yeah, from what I understand the first chapter was confusing. But I'd meant to put space and stuff, but fanfiction didn't show it. I'm glad you liked this chapter though. I'm also glad it was a lot more less confusing. Wow...bad English.
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Chapter 3:
The grip on her now pale body tightened, making her jump higher off the ground then she already felt. She didn't yell, for Tucker's shadow had suddenly hit her back. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the backside of his jacket, he hadn't noticed her in the room.
Danny's eyes remained open, and in the light, he moved them towards the girls body, eyeing her until they reached her face. "Who are you?" He chocked, rubbing his head wisely.
Sam goggled, the boy had spoken and his hand gripped ever so tightly on her arm. Seeing his lack of intention to remove it, she answered quickly and nervously, "Samantha Manson, 14, Amity Park."
"Please don't hurt me." She thought, tossing back her hair over her shoulder, for it needed a trim. But she moved her free hand slyly and with her might tried to pry his hand briskly off hers.
He was strong, she'd soon figured out as his hand was unable to move. "What about you?"
The boy tried to smile, from her bloodshot eyes, Sam could tell he was trying his best to stay calm, "Tucker!" He managed to exclaim, nevertheless.
"No," Sam corrected, her brow lowering. "You're—"
"AWAKE!" A voice from behind her made her jump again, sending Danny's hand flying off her wrist. She quickly turned to face the boy in the red cap and frowned disapproving at him, watching him rush excitedly over to his friend.
"Heh. Ow! Hey Tucker!" The boy smiled as his friend leapt off his body with a sudden regain of happiness. He turned his body fully around to view Sam and he gestured surprisingly with his hands to her, "This is Sam," He replied before taking a huge inhale of breath mint. He smiled briskly before adding, She's been a big help."
Sam lifted, "I have been?"
Tucker nodded, hefting his red cap onto is clearly shaven head. He smiled deeply with exaggeration and turned his attention towards his friend who looked as if he woke up twenty years from now. Danny's eyes remained hustling from wall to wall as he abruptly examined every ounce of the room.
"Where exactly am I?" He said, coughing.
Sam regained a sense of professionalism as she steaded herself, eyeing the boy, "Amity Hospital." And she still sensed confusion, "That's–Oh, you don't really care, eh?"
Danny frowned, not answering, but his look said everything.
But Sam had been taught better than to let a patient go untreated for. "Are you feeling okay?"
And at that Danny sighed, "Not even close."
"Have you figured out what's wrong?" Tucker asked, stepping even closer to Sam's body.
She sighed, backing towards the door and in a quick glance, noticed Nurse Jillian from the corner of her eye. "Nothing human is wrong with you," The nurse said, shakily that the boy was even up, "I can tell you that."
Nurse Jillian's POV:
In all my years of working here I'd never been more stumped. And I'm more confused as to what the boy was doing awake, he seemed pretty down.
He seemed okay though, as to the mere head injury. I hope he hadn't noticed me wince as I followed the unraveling bandages around his forehead. I hadn't wanted to seem to professional as I tried.
A girl, dressed in black, huddled tightly under a purple cover jacket, backed away a few steps. I saw every bit of Elizabeth in her. The tips of her blonde hair where starting to show slightly, but she hid them up as she tucked them horridly underneath her coat. She hadn't thought I noticed.
I could tell Auntie Elizabeth told her all about me.
But I grimace, watching her toss it in front and pull it back self concisely, and I see her future fantasying in my mind. There, she is old and asleep. Not really sleeping, but she is dead inside as she heaves a coughing patient into her hospital room. She sighs, spinning around. My futuristic Sam is blonde, her eyes bagged and sagging. She wears her hair tight in a ballet bun as if she'd grown up wanting to be a dancer.
I snap back to life as I find myself wetting a towel. Danny is coughing and Tucker has hold of Samantha's hand. He grabs it like they were friends. And they act like they are. She tilts back her head as he spins her around in a circle, "Sam's been a lot of help."
The old bagged futuristic Samantha Manson twirls with her. Her blonde hair flat and not flowing, like the young Sam dancing in front of me.
For a second, I've seen the young Sam having a good time.
And then it stops as she realizes she is smiling. With a brisk hand motion, she brushes his hand off hers and hits her back to the wall, her simple smile fading and her good moment has snapped like a twig.
"I don't dance."
Neither did her aunt.
Danny nods, thanking me as I place the warm cloth over his head as he tossed. He turns his head to Sam, his raven hair flopping over his face. Weakly, he grumbles, "I hear you've been a lot of help."
And Tucker laughs, rubbing his forearm. "I was trying to be nice."
But before she can answer, two streaks of orange and teal rush by the door and the weak boy is pulled up from the bed an embraced by the arms of his father.
"I told ya, Maddie." He says, lovingly and strong as he lets go, sending the boy to his sheets.
The woman pulls off her teal mask, happily embracing her son, "I'm so glad!" And she backed towards her husband, "We're gonna go make dinner. Jazz will be here in a few minutes."
The man named Jack laughs heavily, "I've got to try out a new ghost invention, Danny-boy!" He cries, pulling on his hood, "See ya, son."
He grabs the thin arm of his wife, who desperately turns back to her son as she stumbles out, "We love you."
And in a flash they are gone.
"That was weird." Sam says as she tries to distract Danny from the needle I yank out of the dresser.
He nods, in approval, reaching towards his hair and rubbing his carefully, "Yeah."
"Wait 'till the nutcase is here!" Tucker says, circling his ears and rolling his eyes.
The nutcase? Hmm, do Danny's expression, I can tell he is embarrassed. I put the needle down as I yank, from his file, a picture of a red haired teenager.
"Is this who your talking about?" I ask, bringing a picture up to the light of a red haired teenager. She is smiling in the picture and her teal hair band is perfect. "Jazz Fenton." I say, looking at the document. She smiles back at me in the photo.
"That's her." Tucker rolls his eyes and Sam lifts hers to the photo.
And I move closer to the needle.
With cat like reflexes, Daniel spins around.
"What are you doing with those?" He asks, eyeing the several ones in my pocket.
Damn.
"Giving you your daily, Mr. Fenton." I answer, trying not to sound nervous.
And as I move closer he backs away.
A tiny head pops out of the lime green curtain. "Chicken!" It's his room mate as she smiles throughly.
And her eyes cower as I look her in the eye, "Goodnight." I don't smile.
And she leaves, ducking her head below the covers.
All three heads shoot up to me as I raise the needles, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fenton."
And as I near in the horrible sound of the heart meter beams in my ears. I spin around.
The green line is blank and Daniel Fenton isn't breathing.
My mind races as I spin around back towards Danny Fenton on the bed. His eyes are closed and he is passed out on the sheets.
His moans are drowned out by Tucker's screaming.
Sam covers his ears as she desperately looks at me for help.
Sometimes I forget how unlike her aunt she is. And I spin around horribly to the green desk on the other side of me. Tucker rushes up to me, his cold arms on mine, "What the hell happened?"
Honestly?
I don't know.
"Where's the medicine for this?" I ask, ignoring how unprofessional It had sounded. Sam seems to know what I meant as she rushed down the hall and disappears behind the corner.
The sound of the machine flows deeply in my ears and I trip over the plant on the floor as I notice Nurse Elizabeth rush around the corner. Her hat is sagged off of her fading hair and her baggy eyes are now wide and awake. Through the monitor, she finds a way to yell at me, "Jillian, you...you...What did you do?"
And I don't answer as she starts to take off down the hall for the medicine.
The tall girl appears in front of her with a start and she stares up at her aunt slyly. Nurse Elizabeth snatches the shot out of her niece's palm and waves it in her now pale face, "Get out."
And as she spins around and rushes to Danny's bed, sticking the needle in the back of his arm, Samantha Manson is gone.
Candeh- There! Sorreh, this was really short, but, if you review the next chapter will be longer and much more interesting. Danny's roommate will play a good role in the fiction. LOL. She'll actually be quite sweet.