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Okay, um sorry for rushing the last chapter, but I msut warn you that this chapter has a lot more rushing of the rushingness...nessness, so I'm sorry for any problems that that might cause you.

Here's the deal peoples...peoples? Yeah, peoples, I seperated this chapter into two parts, cause the first part is so long and the rest of it kinda needs it's own chapter.

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The Raven Of The Night- Yeah, amnesia does suck. I've never had it, but...I know, it does seem a bit rushed, and this chapter is too, and I'm sorry.


Disclaimer- I HATE THIS!

I don't own Danny Phantom. Danny Phantom and all those weird characters are owned by Butch Hartman, who will go out of a job after his two shows get canceled...or so my best friends tells me.


Disaster In Drama Class

Chapter Five: Amnesia? Part One

"She always talks, big words that I can never understand."-Jack Fenton

Secret Weapons, Danny Phantom


Sam's POV

I guess I really am

I finished the song in my head, or so I thought, and relaxed a little bit. Then I felt something touch my hand, and I jerked away. The next second I saw Danny's face and I backed away from him.

"Who are you?" I asked him, I thought that I was still dreaming.

"I'm Danny, don't you remember me?" He asked. His voice was shaky, and I could barely hear him.

"No I don't remember…anything," I said slowly. I thought that I must've died, because I felt very weird, but I kept wondering why Danny had died too. "What's my name and where am I?" I saw Danny getting worried. He called in a few strange ladies dressed in white and I thought that they must've been angels. They exchanged a few words, words that I couldn't hear because I felt completely disorientated. Then a man came in and I thought that he must've been the head angel.

"What's your name?" I asked him. He looked worriedly at me and then turned to the lady angels' and they talked for awhile. I looked up at Danny who was sitting on a chair beside my bed. HOLD UP! I WAS LYING DOWN ON A BED?

I tried to look down, but a sharp pain ran through my head and I started crying, which was totally unusual…for me. The head angel asked Danny something and Danny replied. Then the head angel walked over to me and stuck out his tongue. I sobbed loudly.

How could anyone be so mean to someone who had just died? I realized that crying was totally out of my character and must've been a sign of weakness, but I didn't care, I was in pain.

I suddenly stopped crying when I watched the T.V. hanging down from the wall. There was a show on that I normally wouldn't like or wouldn't ever watch. It was called "Bonzo the Clown" I learned as I watched the opening credits, and that it was for little kids, but I laughed whenever someone tripped or fell, because I couldn't hear the words and anything that was funny would make me laugh given my current situation.

I heard Danny and the angel exchange a few more words after I laughed. Then the head angel quickly changed the channel.

Usually I would like scary movies, but given my dilemma I started crying when I saw a mutant zombie eating the head off of a woman.

I mean why would you try to make somebody scared like that when they were already dead?

The angel turned off the T.V. and said something to Danny. Danny slowly nodded his head and then looked at me. A single tear streamed down his face, and that sent me over the edge. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and I had no idea why.

The angels quickly rushed over to my bed. They messed with some wires attached to me, and then…WIRES? WHY WOULD WIRES BE ATTACHED TO SOMEONE WHO WAS DEAD?

I didn't have time to think as I slowly faded back into…frightening? darkness.


Danny's POV

I got worried after Sam had been totally confused of where she was. I called in a few nurses' and they looked over at Sam.

"I think she's delusional or something. She doesn't remember anything," I told them. "except the lines to that one song in our play." I added silently in my head.

"I'll call the doctor." One of the nurses' said as she walked away.

"She just woke up," A nurse said.

"I think it must be from her surgery." One of the other nurses said.

"She did have a pretty nasty concussion." Another nurse pointed out. I felt my stomach turn.

"What's the problem?" Dr. McGuire asked as he came into the room.

"What's your name?" Sam asked him, but so softly that he could barely hear her. He looked over at her and then turned to the nurses'.

"What's wrong?" He asked them again.

"We think that she's suffering from her concussion." One of the nurses' told him.

"She should be fine." Dr. McGuire said, and that's when I noticed Sam crying beside me. The doctor noticed this too, and soon the nurses' were looking at her with wide eyes. "Does she normally cry?" Dr. McGuire asked me.

"No, not under normal situations," I answered him honestly. Sam was usually very brave and hard to break down. I wondered if something really was wrong with her.

Dr. McGuire walked over to her and stuck his tongue out. Sam sobbed loudly. That's when I got worried. If anybody stuck out their tongue to her she would just roll her eyes, and of course, that was under normal circumstances.

"Well, this isn't a normal circumstance." Dr. McGuire said, as if reading my thoughts, as he walked away from Sam. He turned on the T.V. slowly without making a sound.

"Why'd yo…" I started to ask.

"Shhh," He silenced me, and then pointed to Sam. I saw her watching the television intently. I looked up at the show she was watching, and had to keep my mouth from hanging open.

She was watching a show about a clown. A CLOWN! That was totally not Sam, but yet it was what she was watching, and laughing at, I noticed when she saw someone fall or trip.

"Is this normal behavior for her?" Dr. McGuire asked me.

"No, she usually hates this kind of stuff." I replied.

"What does she normally watch?" Dr. McGuire asked me. I knew what he was going to do. So that's why it worried me when I said…

"She usually watches scary stuff, normally horror movies."

Dr. McGuire got up and changed the channel to a horror movie, like I knew he was going to. Sam started crying like a little kid, and I looked away from her. I couldn't stand to see her that way.

Finally Dr. McGuire turned off the T.V. and turned towards me.

"I think we can assume that she will continue to be disorientated for awhile. I also believe that she will be a victim of amnesia for about two to four weeks." Dr. McGuire told me. I held back tears, as I nodded my head. I turned toward Sam, who was staring at me.

I thought that Sam would wake up and be perfectly normal. How could I lose my best friend? People with amnesia usually acted like little kids, and I didn't want Sam to act like a little kid. I wanted her to be her unique self. After all that's what I love about her, that she's so unique. But would I not be friends with her anymore if she acted different? The answer, my mind quickly told me, was no. She probably wouldn't leave me if she was in my situation. And if I was in her situation, I would want someone to understand me, and not get frustrated with me if I asked for an explanation of almost everything.

Besides it was only a couple of weeks, and deep down the same old Sam was there.

A single tear left my eye and ran down my face. Sam took me by surprise as she screamed at the top of her lungs. I had no idea why she did this.

"Quickly, get her an IV to make her fall asleep!" Dr. McGuire yelled at the nurses'. I backed away from Sam giving the nurses' some space, and I walked over to Dr. McGuire.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked him as I tried to ignore the screams from the scene behind me.

"She'll probably wake up in two hours, and until then I would suggest calling someone to come get you and her." I nodded my head, and then Dr. McGuire said something unexpected. "I would also suggest that she stay with you at all times."

"What? Why?" I asked, noticing that the screams had stopped, and that a couple of nurses' were leaving the room.

"She does have amnesia, and she woke up seeing you first. So you are the person that she will remember the most." Dr. McGuire explained.

More joy. Not only would I have to deal with having a best friend who was acting like a little kid, I would also have to take care of that little kid 24/7. Which wouldn't seem that bad normally, but Sam was not herself, and that would make things…complicated.

"I'm sure everything will turn out alright," Dr. McGuire placed a hand on my shoulder, "you'll see."

Everything will turn out right…eventually.

I sighed.

"I hope so." I replied in one breath.

"It will." He said confidently. He patted my shoulder, gently, a couple of times, and then walked out of the room with a nurse.

I took out my cell phone and slowly dialed my home phone number.


Sam's POV

I didn't know how long I had been out. I just remembered blackness, and being frightened of it. I slowly lifted up my eyes, and tried to remember where I was.

It was no use.

I sighed as I looked around. I was hoping to see a patch a black hair, but it was nowhere in sight. I started to panic and I tried to get up, but there were wires attached to me.

Wires, wires, wires…?

They seemed familiar, yet I couldn't place my finger on it.

"HELP! HELP!" I screamed, I was worried and scared, two things that weren't me.

An angel ran into the room. "HELP ME PLEASE! HELP! I'M SCARED!" I screamed.

I felt totally weird. Part of me knew that I wasn't like that, asking for help, but the other half, the majority, knew that I couldn't understand, figure out, or do things by myself.

"Do you want to see Danny?" She asked me. I was so happy that I could finally hear people and it felt like my mouth had flown off of my face as I screamed my answer.

"YES, DANNY! DANNY! GET DANNY PLEASE! DANNY! HURRY UP!" I screamed so suddenly that she jumped and ran out of the room. A few seconds later Danny ran into my room, and I had to stop myself from jumping out of my bed and running into him.

"What's wrong?" He asked urgently.

"I'm scared." I answered babyishly. He sat down on a chair by my bed, and held my hand. I held his hand, I never wanted to let go. I was scared, mostly because there were strange wires attached to my body.

"Why?" He asked me. I felt completely relieved. He would understand. He would help me. He was my Danny, and he would never leave me.

"The wires, they scare me." I answered him.

"I'll have to remember to tell Tucker that." Danny laughed.

"Who's Tucker?" I asked him and his smile quickly faded away. Had I made him upset?

"He's our best friend." He answered me.

"I thought that we were best friends." I told him. I didn't remember someone named Tucker. The only thing I remembered were images of people, places, and things. I didn't know all of their names, and it was hard trying to match them up correctly. So far the only one I had right was Danny, and even then I had a hard time remembering his name.

"We are, but you can have more than just one best friend." Danny explained.

"Does Tucker have blonde hair?" I asked as an image spilled into my head.

"No, he always carries around a PDA, and he wears glasses." Danny clarified.

"Oh, Tucker" I said and an image of him floated into my mind and then quickly faded away. "Tucker" I said again, and the same image returned and then faded away. "Tucker" I said a final time and the image returned and then faded away.

"What are you doing?" Danny asked me. I realized that this must've been strange for him.

"I was trying to remember him, just like I'm trying to remember you." I explained. An angel walked into the room. "Is that an angel?" I asked Danny.

"No," he said, "that's a nurse. You're in a hospital."

I closed my eyes.

Hospital, Tucker, Hospital, Tucker…

I laughed and opened my eyes.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Tucker's afraid of hospitals." I said, and he smiled.

"That's right." He told me, and I smiled too. Then I felt a pain in my arm that Danny wasn't holding onto, and I squeezed his hand, but suddenly stopped as the pain disappeared.

"Ow," I said. He looked concerned and didn't seem offended that I had squeezed his hand.

"Are you alright?" He asked me, and I nodded my head as the nurse pulled wires off of me. I squeezed his hand tighter. He didn't wince, probably because he was strong. It was nice to feel that someone who was strong was protecting you.

I felt relaxed and peaceful as I faded into blackness.


Danny's POV

It was awhile before I realized that Sam had fallen asleep. Actually, it was the nurse who told me.

I was holding Sam's hand staring at her peaceful feature. Thinking about how beautiful she was, and…NO, NUH-UH! I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT! I meant, that she was beautiful, but I didn't mean that I actually thought that…well I do think that she's beautiful, but…

"I think that she's asleep. You can let go of her hand now." The nurse said smiling.

"Oh," I said. I set her hand down gently by her side. The nurse winked at me and then walked out of the room.

I hate adults. Especially when they have the ability to figure stuff out quickly, like me liking Sa…um…pie, yes pie. They figure out that we like pie.

I looked at the clock on the wall. Jazz should be here by now.


Jazz's POV

I drove quickly to the hospital. Even though I liked people to be early, I was occasionally late. I parked my car close to the hospital entrance, and walked into the building.

I followed the signs in the hospital until I ended up where I was supposed to be. I walked up to a desk where a nurse was at. She was on the phone so I waited silently for her to finish her conversation, but when she finished she walked past me and down the hallway.

I opened my mouth to talk when someone behind me said something.

"Do you need something Ms.?" They asked, it was a female voice. I turned around and saw another nurse looking at me.

"Yeah, I'm looking for my younger brother Danny and his friend Sam. I was supposed to pick them up." I explained to her.

"Oh, you mean the girl who has amnesia?" The nurse asked me.

"Yes," I answered her. Danny had explained everything on the phone to me. How Sam had amnesia and how he had to stay with her 24/7. And when I asked him how he was supposed to go into the girls' bathroom with her, he asked me to be the second one for Sam to see, so that she would be comfortable going with me to the bathroom, and I don't mean going in the stalls together, I just mean, going into the room together. And you know how girls can be in the bathroom. It wasn't safe for Sam to go in there by herself.

"Follow me," The nurse said and I followed her silently down a hallway and through some closed doors. "Those two make a cute couple." She finally said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew what she was talking about.

"When I went in to remove the wires from the girl's body he didn't let go of her hand even though she was sleeping, and he was staring at her." The nurse told me. I shook my head; poor Danny's too clueless to figure out his own feelings.

"Yeah, they could become a couple, if he wasn't so clueless about his feelings," I explained to her, "and she realizes that she likes him too."

"Well, I'm sure that, thanks to this accident, he'll come to his senses in no time, and hopefully the girl will too." She whispered to me so that I had to strain my ears to hear her. "And here we are." She suddenly said in a much louder tone. I realized that she was trying to cover up for the conversation that we had just had.

"Thanks," I said. I smiled at her and she winked at me. Then continued walking down the hall. I sighed as I opened the door to Sam's hospital room.


Danny's POV

I sat at my desk, trying to do my homework. Sam was downstairs with Jazz, but I felt worried about her.

Would she be worried that I wasn't down there with her? Would she start to like Jazz more than me? Is this how parents feel?

The last one took me by surprise. I mean Sam did at like a little kid, and I guess by what the doctor told me I would have to act like a parent, but it just surprised me, that's all.

I stared at my math problem.

Find the value of y:

4x + 5(y-3) 35

I gave up quickly. I was too stressed out to think about math. So I went downstairs.

Sam and Jazz were sitting at the table in our kitchen.

"The value of x equals 32." Sam told Jazz. Jazz picked up Sam's worksheet and smiled.

"Wow, you didn't even need my help. It looks like you're finished with all of your homework." She told her, and Sam smiled. Jazz looked up at me and so did Sam.

"Danny! Where'd you go? I woke up and nearly had a heart attack, but luckily Jay," "It's Jazz." "Right, she told me that you didn't go anywhere and that she'd help me with my homework, whatever that is." Sam said happily.

"Hey Sam," Sam looked over at Jazz, "why don't you go up to Danny's room and change?" I looked at Sam, she was still in her hospital gown and then I quickly looked away.

"Why?" Sam asked in a scared tone.

"Well, you're still in your hospital gown, and I need to talk privately to Danny." Jazz explained to her. Sam reluctantly got up.

"Okay, but where is his room?" She asked.

"It's upstairs and to the left. Your cloths are on his bed." Jazz told her. Sam nodded her head, and walked over to me. She gave me hug.

"Will you come upstairs with me?" She asked me, and I realized even though she acted like a little kid, she was still Sam.

"I think that you need to go upstairs by yourself." I told her, as I hugged her back.

"Okay," She said sadly. She let go of me and silently walked up the stairs. I walked over to Jazz and sat down by her.

"You realize that this is going to be a big responsibility don't you?" Jazz asked me.

"Yeah," I replied. "I know."

"It's not going to be easy. Sam's going to have to stay with you 24/7 and I think that that will be a problem." Jazz told me. She looked straight at my eyes. I hate it when she does that.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"G-H-O-S-T-S." She spelled out.

"Oh," I whispered, and a big realization hit me.

Sam probably didn't remember that I was half-ghost half-human let alone who Danny Phantom was.

I sighed.

"I won't be able to take care of her all the time." Jazz told me, and I realized that she was talking about when I had to "go ghost" that she wouldn't always be there.

I sighed again, and she reached out to touch my hand.

"You don't have to take on this responsibility." She told me, "We can ask someone else to take care of her."

"Who," I replied, "Sam's mom is sick, and her grandmother is taking care of her. Sam's dad is away all the time for business trips. Sam's aunt is taking care of Tiffany, and her uncle…I don't know about her uncle."

"But," Jazz started.

"I might be able to handle this." I explained, "I didn't ask to be Danny Phantom, but yet it's worked out okay."

"Yeah, if you don't count annoying ghosts, and your C average," Jazz pointed out.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"I'll try to help you out, and you might want to ask Tucker to help you out too, but in the meantime, what are you going to do about mom and dad?" Jazz asked.


Sam's POV

I walked slowly up the stairs, turned to my left, and walked into Danny's room. I walked over to his bed, and picked up some pink pants and a pink shirt.

Part of me told me not to wear it, but the other part of me, the majority, urged me to wear it. I decided to not listen to the majority and I decided on a black shirt and black pants that I found in a black suitcase beside Danny's bed.

I walked over to his desk and looked at his homework.

Find the value of y:

4x + 5(y-3) 35

I decided to finish it for him, so the work on the paper looked like this.

4x + 5y – 15 35

4x + 5y 50

5y 4x + 50

(y 4/5x + 10)

I circled the answer impressed with my work.

Then I noticed the computer sitting on his desk, and I couldn't resist.

User Name: TheGhostFighter

Password:

I typed in Paulina Fenton for some unknown reason, and I was logged onto his IM, instant messenger.

BadLuckTuck- Logged on

I quickly clicked on that name, remembering Tucker.

TheGhostFighter- Hey, what's up?

BadLuckTuck- I heard, from her cousin, that Sam has amnesia, is that true?

My cousin?

TheGhostFighter- Yeah, it's true.

Jazz had explained it to me.

TheGhostFighter- Why is that my name?

I asked that because I wondered why Danny's user name was "TheGhostFighter".

BadLuckTuck- Dude, I think that you have amnesia.

TheGhostFighter- Yeah I do.

I realized my mistake, but it was too late.

BadLuckTuck- I thought that Sam had amnesia?

BadLuckTuck- Sam, are you on Danny's IM?

I smacked my forehead.

TheGhostFighter- Yeah, I am.

BadLuckTuck- How do you feel?

TheGhostFighter- Confused, and a little bit scared.

BadLuckTuck- Yeah, I would be too.

BadLuckTuck- Do you and Danny want to go to the movies with me?

TheGhostFighter- I would, but I don't even know what movies are out.

BadLuckTuck- lol

BadLuckTuck- It's only 6:45 on a Saturday night, and I'm sure that you can figure something out.

TheGhostFighter- One, Jazz told me that I need to rest.

TheGhostFighter- Two, I don't want to embarrass Danny by acting like a little kid.

TheGhostFighter- And Third, Danny doesn't know that I'm on his account for IM.

I heard somebody walking up the stairs.

BadLuckTuck- Ask him anyway.

BadLuckTuck- Please

TheGhostFighter- Okay, I'll try.

TheGhostFighter- I have to go. Bye.

BadLuckTuck- Bye, and be careful.

TheGhostFighter- I will.

TheGhostFighter is now "logged off".

Danny opened the door to his room as I logged off of his computer. He looked at me sitting by his desk, but was distracted by his cell phone ringing. I watched him open his cell phone, and was confused by his conversation.


Danny's POV

"I better go check on Sam." I told Jazz after she asked me about mom and dad. I stood up.

"What if she's still changing?" She asked. I blushed and quickly sat back down. Jazz laughed.

"I think that we'll have to explain our parents to her." I answered her first question.

"Yeah, go check if she's done changing." Jazz told me. I stood up again, and started for the stairs. "No, Danny," Jazz stopped me. Then I realized what she was saying.

I turned invisible and intangible as I flew through the walls.

It would be better to be in ghost form if Sam was still changing, that way I could just quickly fly out of the room and not feel totally embarrassed.

I flew into my room and saw Sam ON MY COMPUTER!

I quickly flew downstairs, and turned visible.

"Is she still changing?" Jazz asked me as I walked over to her trying to make my anger dissolve.

Why didn't she ask me first? She shouldn't go around messing with things that aren't hers.

She was just curious. But curious or not I would have to teach her not to mess with things that weren't hers.

"She was on my computer." I said as I realized that it was probably my fault that she had gotten on it.

"Well then I think that you should go up to your room and sleep with her." Jazz said and realized her mistake as I blushed furiously.

"I meant that you guys should go to bed." Jazz corrected herself as she blushed.

"But Jazz its only 6:45 on a Saturday night. We should go out and do something." Sometimes I feel like Jazz is my parent.

"It's her first day with amnesia. Don't you think that she should rest?" Jazz asked.

"Oh, right, resting is going to help her remember people and stuff." I said sarcastically.

"Fine then, do whatever you want as long as you're back by 10:30. I don't want you guys out too late." Jazz said. I stood up quickly.

"Okay, thanks Jazz." I said as I ran up to my room.

"You're welcome." She called after me.

I opened my door to see Sam logging off of my computer. I was about to ask her what she had been doing when my cell phone rang.


Woo, that was a long chapter.

Okay, don't freak. The chapter preview from the last chapter is in the next chapter and I'm updating that right after this so just hold on.

Did it seem rushed? If it did I'm sorry, but I wanted to get Sam out of the hospital scene as quickly as possible.

This was a more serious chapter...kinda, but hopefully the next chapter will be more funnier.

It will get funnier...eventually.

(sighs)

Byeness peoples...