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"No!" Sam picked up Danny's unconscious body and held him, "No…Danny."

He was so cold; so hurt. He was what no fourteen year old boy should be. He was hurt to an extent beyond anything a human should ever see. Why Danny? Why him?

Jazz rushed up to the two and fell down on her knees next to her. She saw her brother and tears instantly formed.

"No, Danny." She shook her head in disbelief, "How could they do this to you?"

Sam let her tears flow freely. She didn't care if Goths weren't supposed to cry. She didn't care if she had never cried before, her best friend, was lying in her arms, hurt so much. She couldn't seem to grasp the moment. It was too much for her to comprehend.

Jazz seemed to regain composure faster than Sam, "We have to get him somewhere safe where we can get him help." She was calm as she looked at Sam, hoping that she would allow her to take Danny to the speeder. The girl was so broken down, she wasn't sure if she would let Danny go.

"Sam," Jazz put a hand on her shoulder, "I have to take Danny to the speeder."

Sam continued to stare at Danny, "Why him, Jazz? Why did it have to be Danny?" her voice was quiet and clearly showed that she had been crying.

"Sam, things like this happen to everyone. You have to accept that. It could have been anyone. It just happened to be Danny this time."

"Not things like this. This should never happen to anyone. Especially not Danny," Sam clutched her friend even harder.

"Sam. Sam, we can still help him. We just have to get him to the speeder. We have to bring him home!"

Sam looked away as she let Jazz take Danny. Jazz ran him to the speeder and wrapped him up in blankets to stop the bleeding.

Sam stayed on her knees; tears still ran down her cheeks. Tucker had been standing by, and watching the moment pass. He walked up to Sam and kneeled down next to her.

He looked at her sympathetically, "Sam? You okay?"

Sam looked away from tucker, "No."

"Sam. It'll be fine. Danny will get through this," Tucker put a hand on her back and tried to see her face.

"But what if he doesn't Tucker? I don't know what I'll do without him," she squeezed her eyes shut as tears threatened to flow again.

"He will. He always has before," Tucker tried to sound cheerful, but, in reality, he was devastated. He couldn't bear to see his friend as beat up as Danny was. He couldn't even look at, or go up to him. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't see Danny like that.

"Are you two coming?" Jazz poked her head out of the speeder.

"Yeah," Tucker answered her. He looked back at Sam, "We better go."

Sam got up and walked to the speeder with Tucker by her side. She hung her head as she took a seat.

Tucker watched her; his worries building. She looked so sad. He hoped she would do something drastic if Danny did happen to die.

Jazz started up the speeder and put down the ghost shield. She flew out of the building and into the mass green ghost zone. Not a word was spoken, not a sound was heard. It was completely quiet in the speeder, all except for the sound of Danny's harsh breathing.

Finally, Sam couldn't handle it any longer. She jumped up and ran back to Danny. She picked him up and held him in her lap. She couldn't leave him alone, he needed someone with him. She had to be strong for him. She had to be there for him, and she was going to, no matter what!

She stroked his black hair and gazed at his pale innocent face, "You don't deserve this Danny. You never did anything wrong," Sam touched his cheek, feeling along a scratch that spread across it, "all you ever did was try to help."

She didn't get a response from him; she didn't expect anything except his breathing. Suddenly, she thought of an idea, "Jazz! I think I know of someone who can help Danny!"

Jazz looked at Sam, "What? Sam, if anyone helps they'll figure out Danny's secret."

"No, she won't figure it out. I promise," Sam kept her looking at Danny. She knew he needed help, and the only person she was thinking of would be the person to do it.

"Who is it?" Jazz asked, turning back to the front.

"My Mom," Sam stated surly.

"WHAT!" the speeder halted to a stop as Jazz looked at Sam again, "Sam he HATES Danny! How can she possibly help?"

"Jazz, she was a nurse before she married my Dad and became rich. She knows how to do everything. I think she can help him. I know she hates him. I don't know why, but I think she'll help him."

"But-"

"Jazz! She's his only hope! If Danny doesn't get help soon he's going to…die." Sam's hard glare softened at that word, "And I don't know what I'd do if that ever happened." She looked away from the sixteen year old.

Jazz didn't say anything after that. She turned back to the front and got the speeder going again. It was quiet for another five minutes.

"Well, I guess you should call your mom before we get there. Danny needs as much time as possible," Tucker spoke up.

"Yeah I guess I should," Sam finally took her eyes off of Danny and pulled out her cell phone from her pocket. She dialed a number and listened for an answer.

"Hello?" a high pitched female voice answered; although, it seemed to be frantic and filled with worry.

"Hi Mom," Sam made her voice a little louder, to hide the remnants of crying.

"Sam? Sam where are you? Why did you disappear from school?" Mrs. Manson had obviously been worried and suspicious when her daughter just left school.

"I…I can't explain, but I need you're help."

"What's wrong Samikins? Where are you? Are you hurt?" Sam could here her mom clutch the phone.

"No! No I'm fine…it's…its Danny," Sam felt her eyes burn as tears started to flow again.

"That boy? What did he do to you?"

"Mom! He didn't do anything! You should know that by now! He wouldn't hurt anyone. But someone hurt him."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom, you said you were a nurse before you married Dad, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, its time to bust out those skills again."

"Samantha, please don't use slang around me, and what do you mean?"

"Danny's hurt and he needs a nurse or doctor or someone who knows how to do medical work. We don't have time to get to the hospital. We need you to get to Fenton Works. Danny's parents are out right now. The door is unlocked. Come in and down into the lab, okay?"

"Sam, I don't think-"

"Mom! Please! Just… do it for me, please. Danny's my best friend and I don't want to see him die!"

The other end was silent.

"Mom?"

"I'll be right there Sam. Make sure Danny keeps breathing, alright?"

"Ok. Thanks mom." Sam smiled. She was actually getting along with her mother. This was probably a once in a life time moment. She hung up and shoved the phone into her pocket once again.

"So?" Tucker looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"She's going to meet us in the Fenton's lab," Sam replied. She regained her stare at the boy she was holding.

"We're almost home," Jazz told the two. The green vortex was visible far in front of the speeder.

"You hear that Danny? We're almost there. You're going to be okay," Sam thought she was going nuts for talking to someone who couldn't answer her, but she could have sworn she saw him lips twitch, trying to form a smile, when she said those words.

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The speeder flew through the swirling green opening and floated to a halt in the Fenton's lab.

Sam and tucker got out, and Sam carried Danny out. She laid him on a table in the lab and Jazz took the now bloodstained blanket off him.

Sam gasped. The blood had covered almost his entire body, except his face. His clothes were torn everywhere and they were completely red.

Her horrors were interrupted when they heard someone open the front door.

"Down here Mrs. Manson!" Jazz called up. She heard the clunks of her heels as she ran down the stairs into the lab. She was wearing her normal pink dress and pink high heeled shoes, but she had a white apron on and a mask over her mouth. Her red hair was up in its usual high bun along with her headband finishing it all off.

As soon as she saw Danny she gasped, "Oh my goodness!"