A/N: Chapter 7. Wow. Sorry about the whole bot thing sending that chapters Seven and Eight were up when only chapter Six was up. That was my fault. But don't worry, I'll make up for it! I hope I can. I haven't been up-dating my other story because I really want to get this one done. The other one will be a little complicated and I need to make it make sense so, yeah, you get the idea. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Chapter Seven

Oh, Sam

Sam smiled slightly. "Guess I'm more sick than I thought," she mumbled. Danny looked at her, smiling slightly too. She seemed to be taking this just fine.

"I'll be right back, again, to see if there's anything I can do to help," he said. Sam nodded feebly. She settled down into the bed, turning onto her back and looking at the ceiling. She didn't notice Danny leave at all. The room was spinning and she could hardly focus on anything.

Danny, meanwhile, tried figuring out all the usual methods he'd seen on TV to bring down a fever. He made his way down the stairs, thinking out loud. "Okay, first there's that water thing, and then there's medicine, but I don't we have anything to bring down a fever...hm...maybe I should get a thermometer while I'm at it," he mumbled to himself. When he got down to the last four steps, he jumped over them, making sure not to make too much noise when he landed.

He made his way into the kitchen and searched around for any type of large bowl. Once he found one, he filled it half-way with semi-cold water and then made his way back up the stairs and into the bathroom. He put the bowl of water on the counter and looked for a small towel inside the medicinal cabinet. He found some towlets and made his way out, grabbing a thermometer on his way. He made his way quietly into the room, making sure to make the less possible amount of noise since Sam seemed to be asleep.

He grabbed his computer chair and set it down in front of the bed. He put the bowl on the floor and dabbed the small towlet in it. Figuring taking Sam's temperature was out of the question, he squeezed the excess water from the towlet so that it would only be damp enough to feel a little cold. Hopefully this didn't wake Sam up. Folding the towlet so that it would only be about an inch wide and about half a foot long, he set it carefully upon Sam's forehead, brushing away her hair slightly.

Sam seemed to flinch slightly at the coldness of the towlet, but didn't wake up. Danny watched ehr closely. She felt very hot and seemed to be having a little difficulty breathing since she was taking rapid, small breaths. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her mouth slightly open.

He grew more and more worried now. She must be really sick, but surely she would get a little better throughout the night. He would make sure of it. Then in the morning he would call her parents and make sure they weren't too worried about her. He would tell them that he took care of her during the night and... No. Then conclusions would be building in their heads. Way, over-the-top, 'you what?' kind of conclusions. He sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms.

He looked at Sam. "Sam," he mumbled, so quiet he barely even heard himself. "Sam, why did you take so long to call. You waited for nearly an hour. You should have called sooner. Then you may not be in this situation."

Sam seemed to hear him speaking, or sensed it at least, because she moved slightly, eyes seeming to want to open but staying shut.

"Oh, Sam," Danny whispered again, sighing.

Morning. 7:50 AM Saturday. FentonWorks.

Sam awoke suddenly, eyes snapping open, and sitting up quickly. The towlet fell from her forehead into her lap. She looked at it for a second, then the object came into focus. She looked to her right and saw Danny. Her breathing had quickened slightly and her headache was long gone. Her heartbeat had definitely started a race against her thoughts because it was racing so fast she couldn't think straight.

Danny was asleep, arms crossed over his chest, sitting up in the chair and shoulders rising and lowering slightly with each calmed breath he took. Sam couldn't help but watch him as she cleared her head. He, even with the peaceful look on his face, sent a slightly concerned vibe towards her. She looked at the clock on the side-table and noticed the time. Waking him up now might not be a good idea, but she wanted to just hear his voice so bad.

She swung her legs over the bed and sat there, watching him. She sighed. Watching him like this, without having to worry about what to say and how, it felt so good. Ever since he got his powers, she'd been feeling a little strange around him. It's like she wanted to spend every second with him before he would have to go away to fight a ghost. She often got worried when he didn't come back soon. She also knew he was starting to notice the slight change in her.

She'd known that since he'd asked her what was wrong at the amusement park. He might know something was on her mind, but Sam knew he didn't know what. "If you knew," she whispered quietly. "If you knew you probably wouldn't want to be friends anymore. But if only I had the courage to come right out and say it, there's the chance we can become more than friends. I just don't want to risk it..." This friendship means too much to me to lose it, she thought.

Danny's eyes seemed to want to open and did, but the slightly dazed expression remained until he blinked a couple of times. His vision was a little blurred from still being sleepy. He stretched, raising both arms into the air and bringing them back down when he yawned. He looked at Sam in front of him, suddenly at a loss for words once his brain caught up with his eyes.

"I...last...yesterday..." he stammered. "Uhm...g-good morning."

Sam smiled slightly and said, "Good morning." She sighed. "I guess you probably want me to call my parents to come pick me up, right?"

Danny hesitated, but said, "Actually, if you don't want to, you could always stick around."

E/N: Well, I got one review saying I should put what was on Sam's mind so there it is. I hope you liked this chapter. I know I loved it. Well, later!

--Airamé Phantom