Disclaimer: Still don't own Danny Phantom.

A/N: Last Chapter! So happy in a day too! Here's too all my wonderful reveiwers!

Sam's POV

I heard a steady beeping noise. I wanted to see what it was, but I was too weak. I felt cloth wrapped around both wrists, something told me I wasn't dead. Someone must have cared enough to call Mom and told her about my suicide email. And $50 bucks says it was Danny. I gathered enough strengh to try to sit up. Danny, who was sitting in a chair nearby, saw me.

"Let me help." he said grabbing my upper arm and my waist and helped me to a sitting position. "How are you feeling?" he asked. I shot him an annoyed look. "Sorry, standard question." We were quiet for a while. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" The first word I said since I woke up. I dreaded what he was about to say.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked.

"Try to kill myself? I dunno, I felt like a bother to everyone. I was a depressed individual lost in a sea of happy clones."

"Hey!" he pretended to look insulted. "What about me?"

"You're a clone yourself sometimes."

A nurse walked in. "Well, look who's up." she said cheefully. "How are you feeling?"

"Why does everyone insist on asking that?" I returned. "Standard Question." Danny answered for her.

"Can I get you anything?" the nurse asked.

"Some water, please?" I asked realizing how thirsty I was.

"Sure. Be right back." she said leaving.

"Danny? How long have I been out. Since I tried to kill myself and passed out, I mean."

Danny looked at the clock and thought a minute. "A day and 6 hours."

I raised my eyebrows. "And how long have you been here?"

He looked at the clock again. "4 hours yesterday plus 6 1/2 hours today, so 10 1/2 hours."

"10 1/2 HOURS!"

"Here you go!" The nurse said cheerfully. Her cheerfulness was starting to get really annoying. "Thanks." I said. She smiled again and turned to leave.

Once she was gone, Danny moved from the chair to my bed and sat where I could see and talk to me.

"Why'd you want to stay here that long?" I asked Danny.

"Cause." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Cause why?" I pressed on.

"Cause I was worried sick about you. How'd you like to send your friend an e-mail apologizing for being a jerk, and ten seconds later read an e-mail saying that friend tried to kill themself and feel guilty even though they said it wasn't your fault?"

"And here I thought I was doing everyone a favor." I said. "What'd you do for 10 1/2 hours anyway?"

"Nothing much. Hope you'd not die. Talk to you."

"I was out like a light. I heard nothing. How could you talk to me? Emo."

"I know you are. And I thought the theory about talking to people in a coma." he replied.

"I'm not emo! Dash is!" Danny agreed with me on that one. "So, Tuck say anything interesting about Part 2 of my will?"

"Nah, he wanted you to tell me yourself."

"Forget it."

"Please"

"Screw you. NO!"

"Fine."

"Fine." I suddenly remembered dreaming about Danny saying he liked me. It was probably a dream though. "So, tell anyone besides Val you liked them?"

Danny looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought you said you didn't hear anything!"

"Hear what?"

"Me saying I loved you--- that was a trick wasn't it?" he asked embarassed.

"You LOVE me?" I only remember him saying he really liked me, and I thought it was a dream.

"Well?" he looked at me with 'do you love me?' look.

"Well, what? You love me, and," I stopped turning red.

"Well, and what?" he pressed.

"I love you." I said like it was (and it was) the most obvious thing in the world. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed him back. When we pulled apart, Tuck came in.

"Hey, Sam, welcome back to the world of the living! Danny, what'd I miss."

I answered for him, "Well, Tuck, I don't think Danny isn't so clueless anymore."

A/N: Yeah, sappy ending. But I'm a hopeless D/S romantic. Probably sucks more than Chapter 2 but for God's Sake! It's 12:41 AM!

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