Candeh- Hey! I thought I could make another chapter quickly. I have a party on Friday! Wee! And at the moment I'm re-watching the last episode of Danny Phantom. Yup, you guessed it (or watched it) it's the Christmas one. I loved how each main character had a different holiday to celebrate. I.E.: Sam's family celebrating Hanukkah and Danny and Tucker both celebrated Christmas. The rhyming was clever too. I'm not sure any other cartoonist or writer has the nerve to make the whole entire episode rhyme like that! It was so chill.

Anyways...since I can reply to you all on the little link below your name...I leave that for later and get on with the fanfiction.

HAHA...I was gonna rhyme...but I decided erm–no.

Oh, and if you all missed the new episode, I think you'd might like to know that it's on again on December 19, 2005!

Oh, and the new episode of Danny Phantom, "Secrect Weapons" was so great. What's you think?

Chapter 6:

Every nurse wondered why room 316 had been bare. There were the loud jittering noises from the patient, who seemed to have birthed a paranoia over the opening of any door to his room. It had never, to his reassurance, been Sam, but his three most likely visitors; Jack, Maddie, and Jazz Fenton. Sam, the gossipers in the hospital house seem to have noticed, had stayed far away from the room also. It had seemed to be her new trend, nevertheless, to peak through the window of the door, carefully each night.

But this time, though nobody had seen her, Sam had whipped a hanging rope oddly place somehow in her aunt's closet, around her waist and dangled herself freely from the ceiling. She had been, like every other day, wearing a camouflage colour of black, so it was hard to see her in the light of the room. The rope, admittingly, hurt her waist as it pushed hard on her stomach, but she ignored it as she lowered herself slowly into the room of Daniel Fenton.

"Ouch." She muttered thinkingly under her breath, cursing to herself as she let loose of her voice. None of the visitors; Tucker and Jazz, had heard her. Not, to her surprise, even had Danny, who lay upright. They sat in a sort of circle, as if back in the 1970's, lacking the appearance of the smoke pipe. But they're voice's rose and lowered, sounding like they had been on something.

"It was you fault, Jazz!" Tucker squealed. His voice only rose at the sound of his friend's sister's name, who, in accusing, winced at the sound of tone he had used to say her name.

"Me?" She asked, but she silenced, sending her head down. This hadn't been the only night the three had joined together, and Sam had wondered why they had chose this night, of all, to talk about what had happened. Sam, for one, after thinking long and hard about it, had decided she didn't believe Jazz and the other's story anyways, but the more they met she had become more and more curious.

"Yes," Tucker said, prying at his fingernails, he seemed to be unmoved at the way he had been talking to his elder, but the sixteen-year-old had seemed taken aback by it, he back arched and unmoving.

She merely tilted and lifted her head sideways towards her brother, who hadn't said a word. He, in fact, and Sam had noticed, had never said a word in the many times they had met together. She had rolled her eyes at his foolish sister, in hope of a few words.

The other two had stared blankly into each other's eyes. Danny, in fact, had said nothing since his last time seeing Sam. "Yeah," Jazz said, in an annoying way, "Um...anything else?"

Tucker had seemed it to be the time to blame again, "Hmm..the fact that Sam know or might not know about Danny!" He tossed his arms in the air so high it had knocked off his hood, which he reassembled quickly.

Jazz puffed her red hair out of her eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry, Danny, really."

But her brother seemed to ignore her as she poked her head under the covers. His face was turned over, facing the white sheets on the hospital bed. There had come no answer so she continued quietly, "When are they going to be here?"

"Who?" Tucker sighed, he had known exactly who, but he decided to try to bring his friend in the conversation.

"The others!" Jazz said, lacking their names. But Tucker had seemed to remain confused. Jazz sighed continuing, "When I was a freshman, I was never was late! NEVER! I always made sure–"

"Jazz," Tucker rolled his eyes, "Your never late...not even still." It was at this that the red haired Jazz smiled.

"I'm serious!" Tucker creaked as he lay down on his friend's mattress, his arm aching from holding himself up, "It's a disease, I swear."

But the older sister took it seriously, and reaching for her medical book on the counter, she sighed, "Is there really?"

"No." His eyes seemed to slow as if he ran them up and down the girl confused. He sighed, shaking his head touchingly as if to tell her she was over up tight. "There isn't it was a joke."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Tucker rolled his eyes, the confusion still on the girl's face.

Jazz opened her mouth, but it was abruptly stopped bu the creaking of the hospital door.

The door seemed to creek open as a high pitched boy's voice suddenly filled the room, "Okay. Nurse Jillian." It was unrecognizably to Sam, who, had heard the voice only days before, but she lacked memory of it. "Damn," the voice continued and a large shadow was th first that cam into view, "She freaking hot!"

Jazz sighed, yanking her hair out of the teal head band and smiling sadly at the boy of the door, tilted her head slowly at the ground, "Dash, the door is still open."

It had been at this exact moment when the nurse, Jillian, who yanked her hand away from her other one, pulled the door to a slamming shut. The others, behind the sullen football player, snickered slowly, but the air had not been full of joy.

It had been just then when Sam's rope holding her from the ground snapped, her aunt's tight bounded braid letting her loose. She fell for what seemed like hours as she braced herself for when she finally hit the cold, hard tiling.

"Who the hell are you?" Another high-pitched voice said, but this time it had belonged to a girl. She was pretty, her long hair blackened, though it was clearly brunette.

But Sam stood up, brushing off her plaid skirt, "I'm erm–Sam."

"Sam?" A wavy haired girl asked, she was wearing yellow and orange, bright and colourful, but he expression wasn't. "Like? Some singer?"

"Singer?" It was Tucker who laughed, "Try Nurse in Training."

Sam's brow furrowed, "You say it like it's a horrible thing!"

"And it isn't?" It was the first wavy-haired girl, her face close to Sam's, and her foot out a mile beside her, "It is a horrible thing, Samantha."

"Sam." It was both Sam and Tucker who corrected her.

"Whatever." She sighed, ignoring Jazz's also."Sp, are they're like more of you that are going to come falling from the ceiling?" She stared up at the tiling blankly.

Sam noticed the look in her face, even though it had not been cruel, she could see right through the plastered face, "Watch out, there might as well be."

It was only Tucker who smiled, getting the small joke. Sam heard his laughs, and she smiled at her new friend.

"So, what are you doing up there?" Jazz's sullen voice came, she picked up her hair from her shoulder and puffed a red piece of hair from her face as she had millions of times. She wore no confused expression, but she stared Sam down like a bad homework paper.

But Sam only coughed, her black hair falling hard in front of her face, "Um...I was cleaning out the pipes." It had been to her dismay that the teenagers in the room snickered, their smiles broadening, "I wasn't spying on you, if that's what your suggesting."

"No." Said Tucker, his smile widening quickly, "But I have an idea at what you might be doing."

Sam had ignored Tucker being perverted and she tossed him a nasty look that made his expression bigger. He tucked his hands in a fold and looked blankly at the sheet next to him. It was only then when his chilled, blue lips shivered and flipped over, frowning slowly at the silence of his friend.

"Well," Jazz sighed, loosening her grip from Danny's shoulder too, "What are you all doing here?" She bloody well knew the answer, but she again. Had wanted a conversation.

"To pick up my homework!" Dash lied, yanking the pile of papers off the tiled desk next to Danny's bed. "And," he said, as Paulina nudged his ribs hard, "To get Danny back to school."

"Why do you want that?" Sam asked, ignoring Tucker's panicked looks, but the others had repeated that they had wanted the ghost boy back, but Sam rolled her eyes, "I guess you've all got them confused."

Jazz gasped, breaking the sudden silence as she checked her golden watch, it had been given to her for her sixteenth birthday, "Oh my Gosh!" The others switched their gaze, "It's 11 o'clock! You guys had to be late." She rolled to teal-green eyes at the teenagers before her. "Next time you want to pick up your homework, which, by the way is unfinished," She laughed at the horrified look on the football player's face, "Hah!" But she continued, "You need to get here earlier...maybe a couple three hours earlier, okay?"

It was then when she picked up her bright light purple nap sack and headed for the door, she turned towards the bed in front of her now and blew a kiss high in the air, "Night, Danny."

There came no response.

But his older sister left with a stuck cry as she slammed the door silently closed.

The others wore dazed looks to match Jazz's last look, but they picked the white covers from Danny's head and lifting him up by the arm pits, Dash smirked in his sullen face, "Don't look to good, Fenton." It was clear that his sister was gone and that had meant uno protection.

Little had they known...

Danny didn't say anything. His eyes were glazed and he looked as if he'd been sullen for a week, which, no denying he had been. But at the sight of Sam, he snapped his head in her direction, "Whoa." He said under his breath, "I thought you might have died."

"Me?"Sam asked, pointing towards her chest. She had known they hadn't seen each other in a while...

"Yea." It was Tucker who answered, but he silenced himself at the look she had given him.

"Why me?" Sam asked, getting the point, "I'm not the only one who thinks you've gone completely nuts."

"Pfft." Danny came, it had been the first time he'd talked in a while, but at this he regained a self load of confidence. His anger towards the girl had been obvious, and the others stood confused, "I'm not the one who sleeps with Nurse Jillian." He said, meaning for it to come out as he'd said it.

"Lucky." It was Dash, but she stared at the too.

And Sam's face reddened. "It is none of your business what goes on in my personal life, Daniel." She placed her hands on her two hips, "Are you mad because I've been ignoring you, or something?"

Danny lowered a brow, "Why would I think...what...what would I..." He seamed confused at what to think and his two blue eyes, that flashed green at the shot of anger, moved towards the others who has backed towards the door.

"Hah!" It was Sam's turn to laugh, "I'm not the one with the constant seizures!" She said, placing her hands off her hips, "And whispering, 'Paulina' in my sleep!"

Danny blushed, "I never–"

"Paulina?" The pretty girl asked, pointing to her chest, "Gross!" It was the other's turn to laugh, and they did, heads back. It seemed to really have caught Danny, who threw himself underneath the covers, hiding from the rest of them.

Sam could swear she head his voice choke as he muttered to himself, "Don't say anything, Danny, be the better person."

But before she could reply again, it was Dash who had done anyways, "Paulina?" He smoothed back his hair and lunged again for the covers, "Don't be messing with my girl."

"Your girl?" It was the girl in yellow, but Sam had glanced over her tag. Valerie, was who it was. And she tapped her small feet, "Whoa...I haven't heard that one since my mum and dad's highschool video tapes."

Dash embarrassedly puffed. He had heard enough from their extra spare here since the beginning of the year. She had been nagging on them since they had ditched her for their first concert. It hadn't been their fault that she had to sell hers. It honestly hadn't, but what he hadn't realized was what she'd been doing while they sat at the concert, listening unknowingly to the concert."I guess were leaving then." Dash sighed, with a quick glance towards Sam.

"Pfft." Paulina snickered, leaning towards Danny as if she hadn't just called him 'gross', her breath stung to Danny's eyes through under the covers as if she had been miserable with out her dear ghost-boy. But this time, even at the presence of Paulina, Danny hadn't budged. Nor, as a matter of fact, had he bothered to answer her when she said, "Danny? You understand us right? The ghost boy," Cough, "Danny Phantom needs to come back."

"OKAY!" It was Valerie's turn to speak again, "I think he gets it." She spun around on her thick heels and waved Danny a good bye from under the covers, "See ya, Danny."

Dash sighed, "Fenton," was all he said as a good bye like they had not known each other for years. But he spun around with his friend and went for the room door.

Paulina, on the other hand, stare down at the lump of covers in front of her. She didn't dare to move, but her left hand remained over her heart, as if she were pledging to her friend under there, "Danny." She whispered, rooted in her spot, pleadingly. But then, as he eyes shot downwards, she headed for the door, "Adios Danny."

It was the second that Paulina had left, still muttering under her breath, that Sam leaned closer to the hospital's patient. She had known the boy since he had arrived here two months ago and still no improvement.

The covers rushed, for the eighth week in a row, Danny poked his head from under the covers and stuck his head in the trash can below his hospital bed. It hadn't bothered Sam, for the eighth week in a row, as she covered her ears to the sound of his sick. But she winced as he shoved his head lower in the can, as if embarrassed in front of her.

For the eighth week in a row, she watched as Danny pretended not to have a headache, but he wiped his mouth quickly with his dark pink pajama sleeve and shut his eyes. Thankfully, for the eight week in a row, it hadn't been as bad and he turned his blue eyes towards Sam. "Why did you say that to them?" His eyes seemed to quiver.

"Say what?"

But Danny stayed silent as he looked, sorry for himself, at the ground. She had known what he meant, but she tried hard to ignore the question. It had been, for the eight Friday in a row, when she looked into his eyes and saw his fear, that she answered, staring at the tile along with him, "You...y-you started it!" It was elementary, but he still stared downwards, ignoring her eyes.

"I started it?" He asked, lifting his head slowly up from the ground, Sam could tell his headache was still there, but she said nothing to him about it.

"Yea. You 'thought I died.'"

"Honestly!" Danny said, his eyes flashed green and went back to light blue, "You've been ignoring me!"

It was at this point when Tucker, who had remained silent, left the room.

"You're crazy. Honestly, you are." Sam said, lifting a needle threateningly at the boy, "You think your...Danny...Phantom!"

It had been just then when she noticed his eyes, flickering at rage, turned green again, "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

She nodded.

And it was just then, with a quick flip of his wrists, that the boy had whipped off th tubes on his arms. He jumped, staggeringly off his bed like he were a drunk. And half of him had been, for he had been drugged this morning as part of the treatment. Sam had wondered if this were the regular Danny acting or the drugged one.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He waved it away as he moped towards the light switch, "Just trust me."

And there they stood in pure silence. The darkness swallowing the two teenagers as one. The hospital lights, Sam noticed, must have been recently repaired as they had not flicked, showing no sign of light. It wasn't until a scream entered the room, that she backed her self into a corner, "I'm going ghost!" She heard Danny yell and she tripped, backwards, over a overturned chair.

"What are you doing?"

It was just then, when trough the darkness, two glowing green eyes popped open and stared at her. The only light in the room.

"Danny?" Sam said, yanking out the sharp needle again. "You need to go back in bed now."

Hot breath flew in her nose, "Not until you believe me." He said and, with out knowing, Sam lunged forwards, plunging the needle harshly into his skin.

Candeh- Only a few more chapters left and I'm so sorry for the long wait. It's been since the first of December. I don't know if that counts as crazy long, but I apologize.

Um...there's only a few chapters left. I'm thinking about two more. I can give you a sneak peak though for the second-o-last one:

Chapter 7:

With a heave of hot breath, Sam jumped to her feet. The patient's body slumped and passed out over her chest. She lightly heaved him off herself and speed loudly towards the light switch.

It had been, as she braced herself for her friend's body over the tile, a long time until the lights flickered on and brightened up the room she stood in.

There lay, to her astonishment, lay the infamous Danny Phantom, face down. He had the same body type as her close friend, Danny Fenton, but his hair was snow and white, no longer black. It was, with no doubt, Danny Fenton, she noticed, as the hospital dress had remained over his black spandex, but, as she kneeled down nervously, she spun his face around towards her with her careful hands.

She stared blankly at the face, hurt and scared. In her arms, lay both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. It made her shiver and just as she started to bawl, the limp body in her hands started to shake.

"Seizure!" Cried Sam, hopeful to get the attention of an outside nurse working there. "Code 167! We need a doctor in room 316!"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

It wasn't until two blue rings formed around Danny's waist that the changed back to Danny Fenton draped in the hospital dress, that a huge of wind flew thickly in the room. A shadow over stood Sam, who thickly spun around.

"So, young Daniel messed up, as I thought." It was a tall figure, dressed in a white tux. The ghost had black hair, flipped out like two devils ears.

"Who are you?"

"Plasimus." Cried the ghost lamely, "Mind if I borrow this?" He asked, with a little chuckle, as he lifted Danny out of her hands.

And as Danny was quickly lifted from her hands both the ghosts disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the darkness as the newly repaired lights gave way and flickered out.