Hello out there! I apologize for the long and agonizing wait (trust me, it felt that way to me as well). But before I go off on a tangent about that, here is the conclusion of the story. I hope all of you have enjoyed it, and a big thank you to all of my faithful readers and reviewers. I should also be updating my other DP story, Love Charade, soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Danny Phantom series, any of its characters, or any of Musiq's lyrics or songs.
Thank you again, and enjoy the final chapter!
Sam woke up in a strange bed later that afternoon, surrounded by medical equipment. "Danny?" she whispered, still very weak and woozy.
The halfa appeared at her side immediately. "Sam, thank goodness, you're alright," he said, taking her hand and kissing it gently.
"What happened?" Sam inquired, using up what little strength she had in a wasted attempt to shift into an upright position.
"Shh, calm down, Sam. Just lay back and relax," Danny soothed, letting go of her hand long enough to fluff her pillows and guide her back down to the bed to lie amongst them.
"I want to know what happened."
"Don't trouble yourself with that right now, sweetie," her mother piped up from her place at Danny's side. "Just worry about getting your rest."
Sam looked around and noticed that her dad was also in the room. She could hear Tucker's voice from the hallway, and wondered who he was addressing. When the doctor arrived a moment later, she was still trying to clear her head.
"And how are we feeling, Ms. Manson?" he inquired in a friendly voice.
"I've had better days."
"Can you describe your symptoms to me?"
"My head hurts like crazy. I'm a little dizzy, and my vision was blurry at first, but it seems to have cleared up again."
"Nothing unusual for someone that took such a hit to the head. You did indeed suffer a minor concussion, but it's nothing a couple more days' bed rest can't fix."
"More bed rest?" Sam complained. "This whole rest thing hasn't been working out too well."
"Well then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but yes, more bed rest. You'll need to spend the night here just to make sure, but after that, you can go home, provided you continue to improve."
"How soon before I can go back to my normal life?"
"It depends, but we're looking at about 3-5 days of little or no activity, and probably a couple more missed days of school after that. So figure roughly a week at most, again depending on how you progress."
"Ugh, just wonderful," Sam rolled her eyes.
"Oh, feeling chipper aren't we?" the doctor quipped with a smile. "Don't you worry. You're fortunate that your youth allows you to bounce back easily. Well, that's about all for now. I'll check on you once more before bedtime. Until then, only one visitor at a time. Is there anything you need before I depart?"
"No, doctor. Thanks. Oh, wait, can you just send Danny in here please?"
"Of course, Ms. Manson."
Danny entered after the doctor left, carefully closing the door behind him so as not to make too much noise. "You rang, Madame?"
"Very funny, Danny. I want to talk to you."
Danny sat in a chair at Sam's bedside and looked her right in the eyes. "What's up, Sam?"
"Well, about the other day, when I said that I love you. It sort of slipped out, but I meant it. I just didn't mean to say it at that time."
Danny blushed and looked away. "Funny you should bring that up, because there's something I need to tell you, Sam. I... I love you, too."
Sam didn't know what to say. All she could do was smile softly. She reached out her hand to touch Danny's cheek, and he took it and kissed the back of it.
"You know, when we kissed, I was really confused," Danny confessed. "I figured we both just got caught up in the moment. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that there really is something between us. Too bad everyone else knew it before we did. Or before I did, anyway. This is all just so... weird to me, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it."
Sam grinned as Danny rubbed her arm affectionately. "So where do we go from here?" she asked.
"Wherever you wish," he smiled back. "Whatever makes you comfortable."
"Well, in that case, I never did thank you for saving me again..."
Sam grinned slyly as she pulled Danny to her and kissed him forcefully. They continued on for a moment or two, completely absorbed in each other. Danny finally broke the kiss to catch is breath.
"I have another confession," he said. "After I realized that Kitty was overshadowing you, I thought maybe our first kiss was because of her. But you just confirmed to me that it was all you, and that's a big load off my mind."
Sam sighed longingly. "I can't blame you for worrying. I had no idea what was happening to me, because after she left my body, I would black out. The memories are finally coming back to me, but very slowly. But I do remember our kiss very clearly. Not like I could ever forget it. I love you, Daniel Fenton."
"I love you, too, Samantha Manson," Danny smiled, kissing her forehead. "When you got hurt, I was so scared, and I prayed to get my friend back. But now I know for sure that I don't want to be just friends anymore."
At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and one of the nurses entered. "Excuse me, Ms. Manson, but visiting hours are over."
Sam looked lovingly at Danny. "Visit me later?" she mouthed.
"You betcha," he mouthed back, squeezing her hand affectionately before bidding her good-bye.
A few hours later, Sam awoke from her sleep as she felt herself enveloped with cold air. She opened her eyes just in time to see Danny turn tangible again after phasing through the wall.
"Hey there, Ghost Boy," she whispered, a broad smile creasing her face.
"Hey, you. Ever kissed a ghost before?" Danny asked, returning her smile.
"Not that I know of, but there's a first time for everything."
Danny floated over to Sam's bedside, and they started where they'd left off earlier. As they kissed lovingly, Danny realized that he was actually completely crazy- for Sam.
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