Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
Friday Rounds
Time for a little PR. Actually of all the schemes to drum up support for his town that Tucker had come up with this was by far his favorite. Maybe in part, because Tucker himself steadfastly refused to participate.
The receptionist greeted him. "I'll phone up and let them know you're on the way. They look forward to your visits."
"Me, too." He hated it when other obligations kept him from coming.
He phased into the playroom. They liked a dramatic entrance. Even kids as sick as these played when they were able. They greeted his arrival with a shout.
"Phantom!"
For the next hour he spent time with them playing the video games, laughing at their jokes, and admiring their pictures. Sometimes he just sat by their beds and talked. For an hour on Friday afternoons they could forget that they had cancer or failing hearts, livers or kidneys and just be kids hanging out with their hero.
The nurse escorted in a new patient. An IV was attached to one arm and the other was crooked so a thumb could be inserted into his mouth below wide sunken eyes. He tried to duck behind the nurse wheeling the IV stand. Danny knelt down.
"Hi, my name is Danny. What's yours?"
The boy just stared at him solemnly. Danny wondered if conjuring a ball of ectoplasm would bring a smile to that face that clearly knew more pain that a four year old should.
Suddenly the thumb came out with a pop and the eyes brightened with a giggle.
"Mister, I have the same pajamas as you."
AN: this was inspired by a radio segment that feature a man that took advantage of his uncanny resemblance to Batman to dress the part and visit sick kids at a hospital.
Yeah, I know that this dribble is not really the next on in this sequence, but my "Danny muse" has not been cooperating in this. He's been complaining that I'm having entirely too much fun at his expense and has been threatening to go on strike unless I write something nice for him.