3. HEARTS
"Are you sure, guys?" Jazz's worried expression voiced the alarms going off in her psychologist mind.
"Jazz, we were both there, we both saw it." Tuck said, his glasses somewhere on his backpack, choosing not to wear them for fear they were tricking his eyes.
"But, that's impossible..." Danielle dismissed the information feeling a little nervous herself (if she saw someone who could be another clone of Danny by herself, she was not sure if she would have stayed as calm as Sam and tuck were).
"She's right. We were there when mom and dad shut down the life support and when…" The redhead could not continue, but hey all knew what she meant...
After the life support was turned off, one of the doctors attending Danny had come to them.
"Uhm… Excuse me, Mrs. Fenton, Mr. Fenton" The doctor called shyly. "I know this is a hard moment for you, but I need to…" She held the papers on her hands a little tighter. "Given your son's particularity, he- I mean his organs- His organs are not eligible for donation." Maddie stared blankly at the forms in the doctor's hands. "However, The Hospital's research department would like your permission to… study how the ectoplasmic tissue could be used to improve medicine…" Maddie tried to regain control of her sorrowful features and suppress the never ending well of tears in her eyes to no avail.
"Yeah, this is not the right time…" Jazz had tried to answer in the name of the family when Maddie interrupted.
"No. It's fine." She declared, her voice still shaking but sounding determined, and aggressively took the form from the woman in the white coat "If my son can help people even after he's…" She closed her eyes and continued "You have our permission". The doctor glanced at Jack, who nodded in response.
"Okay. " The doctor, still a young resident, received the form signed by the woman and, opted for a: "I'm very sorry for your lost" as a response. Jazz's Expression fell a little at the memory of this and murmured to herself: "We were there…"
The atmosphere became too heavy, the air was suddenly thick. Danielle tried to lift the mood.
"Hm… Did you say his name is Engel?" She asked, to what Tuck responded with a nod. "I think I've heard it before at school Engel… Engel… Oh! I got it! The vampire boy! He's in a class with me"
"Vampire boy?" Jazz questioned with an arched eyebrow. The boy she saw didn't give the vibe of being a creature of the night like her, she thought. "Why vampire?"
"Apparently he's sun-allergic, very rare." Danielle answered, a flashback of many rumors coming to her mind "I've heard people who were there when he had a severe reaction after a teacher didn't let him move to a sit far from a window. They say his family had to pick him up before going to the hospital. Must have been scary, he doesn't really come to school that often..."
"Liste, guys. I know meeting this boy could have been quite an impression"Jazz interfered. "I understand, but just remind yourselves he's not Danny, think in the differences" Tuck and Sam scrutinized their brains for an answer.
"His eyes!" Finally exclaimed the goth girl. "Each of his eyes is half blue and half hazel."
"Oh! And his personality!" Tuck added. "He seems to be in the introvert side. For what I could pick he's very awkward with strangers."
"Ok, that's a good place to start, but we still need a proper therapy season" The redhead pointed and took her agenda and a pen from her purse. "Are you free next weekend around… 6:00 to 9:00 a.m.? I'm sorry, my schedule for this month is impossible!"
"RED LIKE ROSES FILLS MY DREAMS…"
Sounded Danielle's phone and she sighed annoyed as she checked it and noticed she had 20 new messages.
"Sorry guys, I have a team project and my partner is calling like crazy…" She complained before tying her curled hair to the side, partially covering the glittery pattern around the neckline of her yellow blouse, which combined perfectly with the shiny green mini-skirt and yellow platforms she was wearing, all accented with numerous golden and sparkly bracelets that matched with the golden diadem on her head and the big golden rings hanging from her ears. "Really, how difficult it can be to keep a flour-package baby safe?" She complained. "Now, it turns out the gingerbread-man's story is horror movie material."
"I have to go too" Tucker said. "My parents planned a family night for today, they'll be waiting, they say they see me more in the news than the house. I'll see you girls later." Tuck and Danielle left, giving Jazz and Sam a few minutes alone.
"She's still overdoing it" Sam commented. "Didn't you say you'd talk to her this week?" Jazz hid her face behind her hands and let her body rest on Sam's bed. "I tried, really! I swear I've been trying for months and she just doesn't listen…" Jazz was at the end of her wits, why was her little sister being so stubborn? Was she doing it unconsciously or…? "I think it has to do with me being the annoying big sister. It would be better if you were the one to tell her"
"Me?" Sam looked puzzled for a moment. "Why me?" Jazz frowned and in a firm voice answered;
"You know why. Don't think I haven't noticed" Sam turned around and took a framed picture of Danny and her from her desk. "Sam, it's fine, the world is not going to end if you move on" The Fenton therapist assured her in a softer manner. "Danny wouldn't want you to keep bottling your emotions, and he is certainly not going to come and haunt you if your heart falls for someone new." Then she came to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to feel guilty"
"I know, I know!" Sam stormed away from her, her heart pounding fast as her blood started to boil with anger. Anger at herself. She took a deep breath and replied with: "I just… It's… it's complicated, ok?" Was her defeated answer, with her arms crossed and her eyes pinned to the floor.
"I know. I need to go back to campus, you can email me if you want to talk. I might take a few hours to answer, but I'll do it" The redhead received a quick 'thanks' from the girl with lilac eyes. "Tell me when you're ready" and then left.
As soon as Sam heard the sound of the elder's car's engine fade away, she took the picture once again and held it tightly against her chest. Yes, she had grown closer to Danielle, and she appreciated the girl very much, she had a very deep regard towards her. However, was it really true? Was it real? Wasn't it the wish remaining deep down her heart for Danny to be with her? Was she looking for a replacement?
"I'm an awful person…" She wept.
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