A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry about making you wait so long. This is a short and semi-important chapter. I hope you all like it!

...The stupid break things aren't working... Grr...

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Chapter Five

When Danny awoke, the first thing he noticed was that he was laying on a cot in the nurse's office. Then, he realized that Mr. Lancer was sitting in a chair besides him, reading a book.

"What… what happened?" Danny inquired.

The teacher jumped slightly in surprise, and then answered. "I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Fenton. I found you unconscious right outside the door," he said. "Here's your cell phone, by the way."

At this, Danny suddenly remembered why he passed out. He felt the color drain from his face. "Mr. Lancer… I… Jazz got hit by a car!" the half-ghost blurted out.

"Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm! Danny, are you sure?" Lancer exclaimed.

"Y-yes, I'm sure. A nurse called my cell and told me, and – and…" he drifted off sadly, eyes glistening with tears that refused to be shed. "She said they're taking her to the hospital," he whispered. "I just don't know what to do!"

"Well, first we need to call your parents – " Lancer stood up purposefully.

Danny interrupted him. "No, the nurse said she would."

"Alright then, Mr. Fenton. Come with me; we're going to the hospital."

Danny nodded.

"Oh, and this will not be the end of our little interrogation session, Mr. Fenton. Just a heads up."

Barely listening, Danny followed the teacher out of the school, his legs feeling like marshmallows the whole way.

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ZAP.

"Ow!"

"That's for being annoying!"

ZAP.

"Ah! Stop it!"

"That's for coming back again and again!"

ZAP.

"Ouch!"

"That's for attacking Danny this morning!"

At this, the Box Ghost turned around, while still flying away from his red-clad pursuer.

"Ah, but there you are mistaken! I did not besiege the halfa today!"

ZAP.

"Ow!"

"You liar! Danny said so! And what in the world is a halfa?"

Then, the ghost, still looking over his shoulder, came to an abrupt halt, facing towards the hunter. Valerie stopped as well to avoid a collision.

"Uh… BEWARE!" the Box Ghost exclaimed, glancing nervously at a point behind Valerie. As he flew downwards and phased through the ground, she turned around to see what had panicked him.

And she found herself face to face with Skulker.

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Danny sat in the passenger seat of Mr. Lancer's car, thoughts racing through his head. Would Jazz be all right? Who had taken Sam and Tucker? How much did Lancer and Valerie know? Danny just wished he could be sure…

He looked out of the window at the dark, cloudy sky as naught but a single tear glided down his face. As if the heavens were sharing his pain, droplets of water began to fall.

Before he knew it, Danny and Mr. Lancer had arrived at the hospital. It looked rather foreboding to the half-ghost. He actually felt himself sympathizing somewhat with Tucker's phobia of hospitals. The thought of his friend's peculiar fear almost made Danny smile – almost, but not quite.

He silently followed his teacher through the doors of Amity Hospital, his feet dragging on the ground. As Mr. Lancer conversed with the receptionist in the lobby, Danny paced in a small circle a couple yards away. He didn't hear anything the two adults said; there was too much going on inside his head that was distracting him from the outside world.

Then, Danny heard Mr. Lancer speak to him. "Danny, come this way. Your sister is still in the ER, so you'll have to stay in the waiting room."

The half-ghost nodded his head, still not uttering a word. Walking behind Mr. Lancer, he wondered if his voice would stop functioning from disuse.

After what had felt like hours, Lancer led Danny into a room lined with chairs and tables piled high with magazines. The room was pretty bland: it was rectangular, with pale grayish-blue walls and slate-colored flooring. All the chairs were wooden with dark blue cushions.

Suddenly, Danny saw two brightly colored figures that stood out in the lackluster waiting room. One was orange and one was teal. They looked up at the newcomers, expressions of recognition crossing their faces.

"Danny!" his mother exclaimed, running to him and hugging him tightly. Her husband wasn't far behind, enveloping them both with his own arms. While his parents were still in their hazmat suits, both of them had their hoods down. After they released him, Danny noticed the tear streaks on their faces (more on his mom than his dad).

"Mr. and Mrs. Fenton," Lancer said in greeting.

"Hello Mr. Lancer," Maddie replied desolately. "You brought Danny here, then?"

"Yes I did."

"Thank you."

Mr. Lancer gave a sympathetic smile. "You're welcome. Now, I think I'll leave the three of you alone."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lancer," Maddie said as he walked out the door. Then she, Jack, and Danny all sat down on three adjacent chairs.

Finally, Danny found the will to speak. "So… How – how is she?"

There was at least a half-minute's silence before his dad answered him. "Well, son… We're not sure yet. Nobody's come to tell us."

"Oh. Okay." And so started the beginning of the longest wait Danny had ever been through in his life…

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A/N: So, whaddaya think? I hope it wasn't too boring. I'll have my update by the 26th or 29th at the latest. R&R Please!