Oh boy...school is now just around the corner...for real this time. I start the new and last school year for me on the 27th. The first few weeks won't be so hard, but I know it'll get harder as the year progresses. I think these holidays (that have now ended since it's the early weekend) are/were the last holidays I would ever have without homework during school, like ever...

But anyways, I'll still probably be able to update this weekly, and if I'm lucky I might be able to do it twice to week, but we'll see. ;) Not sure how long this story will be yet, right now it's really far away. That's all I can say at this point.

Oh, and if you've noticed, I've slightly changed the detailed plot I described in the first Chapter, I don't know why..maybe because I was just going with the flow? ^^;

Well, enjoy Chapter 8 of Forgetful Love! ^^

DP (C) Butch Hartman

That night, during the quietest hours of the night, Danny decided to first check on Sam and talk to her if she was awake, and then he would go find the forms with his health information on them. So, he slowly and quietly got out of bed and unplugged himself once again, he snuck over towards the door to see the hallway completely deserted. He smiled in relief and then transformed into his ghost half.

He phased through the walls to eventually find Sam's room, he saw that there was a very dim light spread across the room, and he saw that Sam was asleep. He smiled but then thought of what Tucker had told him earlier, he denied ever doing that sort of thing to her. He flew up to her and pecked her on the lips before caressing her cheeks with a smile of empathy.

"Oh Sam...I hope you're doing okay." He whispered to her before kissing her on the cheek.

He then left the room and explored the floor of the hospital until he found a room that looked much like an office or a front desk since it was in the main hallway. He was invisible the entire time as to make sure that he wouldn't be spotted by the cameras, he flew behind the counter and saw a computer set up as well as several stationary items and papers. He turned behind him to see a cupboard with a shelf of many files sitting on top of it.

Danny went in for a closer look, and saw that there were individual files labelled with different names, names that he had never heard of. He then realised that they were last names, he saw his last name printed on one of the folders, he knew that it had to be his folder. So, he grabbed it and looked through his own forms.

"I don't get it...that blood sample had to have been mine..." He quietly said to himself as he flicked through a few pages and briefly reading each page.

He flicked through another few pages before reaching his official blood test results. They read the exact same as the doctor had described to him, so now he knew that the doctor wasn't lying. But now he wondered who had those blood test results. He put his file back and looked through several others, immediately eliminating Sam since he knew Sam all too well for her to have that blood sample. So he looked through almost all the files until he heard something from the entrance of the hallway.

He gasped and almost dropped one of the files he was holding. He decided to not take that risk and put the file back with the others before flying back to his room to seem like he never left his room.

Danny wanted to check again, but he didn't want to take that risk, even if that small sudden noise was just nothing. So he decided to sleep for the remainder of the night while still thinking of who could possibly have with what Danny assumed was his blood sample?

While Sam slept, she dreamt of her child, her baby girl. She looked exactly like her mother. She had purple eyes and black hair, just like Sam did when she was a child.

"Now, where's your daddy?" She asked teasingly at her infant child.

The baby girl laughed while moving her arms around happily. Sam smiled and laughed as she saw her happy and adorable little girl.

Sam heard footsteps approaching; she looked up to see who it was. She was in a park after all, playing with her little girl while sitting on a bench with a pram sitting by the side of the bench. When she saw a fuzzy figure walking towards her, she grew confused of who it was. It was too blurry to make out any face, but she could see that he had black hair.

But when the figure began to be seen more clearly, Sam saw something that she never wanted to see. She saw a stranger's face, a face that looked like it needed a good cleansing as well as his hair. She had sincerely hoped that he wasn't the father, but she would be doubted.

"Hey there, who's my precious little girl?" He asked, teasing Sam's baby girl and picking her up.

Sam reacted on the inside, but before it could reach the surface of her body, the dream ended and Sam awoke. She looked around and realised that it was only a dream; she sighed in relief and then sat up to take a drink of water.

She was glad that the nurse didn't take her water away for the night, it wasn't ice cold, but it was cold enough to drink comfortably. She drank a cup of water before laying down again and looking down at her stomach, it was difficult to see past her broken arm that was bandaged up and bent at a ninety degree angle on her chest. So she looked down at the sheets as she turned on her side with a saddened expression.

"I just wish I knew who the father was..."

The next day, Sam had received a visit from a more professional doctor. She grew worried when she didn't the doctor who was taking care of her.

"Um, who are you? Where's my regular doctor?" Sam asked in worry.

The doctor looked at Sam with almost a blank expression, but smiled slightly before looking back down at the forms in his hands. "No need to worry, I'm just here to talk to you about this strange substance in your blood."

"Oh..." Sam replied, and had almost forgotten about the green substance in her body, ever since she had that dream of a complete stranger being the father of her child she had been thinking about how she ended up pregnant.

The doctor approached Sam and proceeded to sit on an empty spot near the end of Sam's bed. He knew he could have taken the chair on her right side to sit on, but this way he seemed more empathetic.

"Now, we have done further analysis on your first blood sample and have had a good look at your second blood test." He explained before pausing to look at the forms once again. "And your glucose levels are reading normal. So, you are healthy enough to leave the hospital, but I do suggest not doing any activity that requires a lot of strength for a few weeks. "

Sam could sense some hesitance; she knew she wasn't leaving today because of the doctor's doubtful expression when he looked at the forms once again.

"I'm not going anywhere because of that green stuff, aren't I?"

"Yes, I need to ask you a few questions regarding this subject. I apologize if I make you feel uncomfortable in any way." He said in a polite manner before scooting a little further away from Sam to keep a reasonable distance between them.

Sam nodded in reply; the doctor took this as a sign to begin asking her questions.

"I have read your previous blood test reports, and there had been nothing to do with this green substance. So, at any time do you remember coming in contact with anything...ghostly?" He asked, almost saying the word ghosts in a completely different tone.

"Ghosts?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow as to seem like she hadn't been in contact with ghosts before. "No...I don't think so..."

"Are you sure, because none of the scientists can think of this green substance being related to anything else. Perhaps you can't remember due to your amnesia?" He suggested.

Sam looked down sheepishly. "I guess so...I'm not sure..."

She wanted to tell the truth, that she had been fighting ghosts. And she could have come in contact with one recently which could be the cause of this green substance in her blood. She wanted to tell him so much, but she had to keep it all a secret, otherwise Danny would be questioned and he could be exposed.

"What if I was?"

The doctor let out a puff of air before looking down again in doubt. "We're not exactly sure yet what could happen to a human if there was ectoplasm in your blood stream."

So they knew what it was now, Sam thought. But why didn't he tell her that when he started asking her the questions? It was confusing for Sam to understand this doctor, she wished for her regular doctor to return, but whenever she proceeded to ask the doctor would shake the question off his shoulder and continue with his questions.

Meanwhile in Danny's room, he wasn't visited by Tucker, or his family. Usually by this time he would have been visited by someone. But when he looked at the date on his phone, he saw that it was a school day, and had realised that he as well as Sam and Tucker had missed several days of school. But Danny and Sam had a good reason to be absent from school, unfortunately he knew that Tucker would be in a lot of trouble.

About half an hour after Danny had breakfast, he got a visit from his doctor. He was happy to see him in a good mood, but also wondering why he was in such a good mood.

"Good news Danny, you'll be able to go home by the end of the day."

"Really? Danny asked excitedly, finally being able to see Sam without hiding. "But, I thought my levels were low or something?" He said confusingly.

Danny's doctor looked at the forms before replying. "I checked your levels while you were asleep, your levels have returned back to normal. "

"Oh. Well, when do I get let out; after lunch, dinner or what?"

"Not sure, but sometime today I can assure you. We just need to run a few more tests and make sure your levels are stable then you'll be able to go home. But I do suggest that you take a few days rest before doing any serious activity."

Danny nodded in reply, the doctor then left the room. Danny fell back on his pillow with his arms under his head in excitement and relief.

"Finally, I'll be able to see Sam without going ghost." He said to himself while staring at the ceiling and thinking about Sam.

Danny was finally let out right before visiting hours had closed, he was glad that he was let out, but he wasn't able to visit Sam since she was feeling tired and the nurse wouldn't allow him in. Danny's parents had come to pick him up and take him home. They knew that he wanted to see Sam very badly but he would have to wait until the next day.

"How is she?" Danny asked her doctor.

"We'll just have to run a few tests on her before she is able to go home." He replied.

So after Danny was taken home and his things that his parents had brought him, Danny sat on the bed with his hands covering his face in tiredness.

"Man, it's been awhile." He said to himself as he looked around, feeling like it had been forever since he was last in his room. He then noticed that his room looked a little different from what he could remember. "I must have changed my room recently, because I don't remember it looking like this."

He then went to his mirror and examined himself for a few minutes, he seemed to be in good shape from that accident, he still had evidence of the accident on his head and arms, but otherwise he was fine. He decided to go to sleep, since he was pretty tired from the long day waiting excitedly to get out of the hospital in order to see Sam. He knew that first thing, he would go to visit Sam. He wouldn't go to school, even if his family urged that he should since he had missed several days already.

But Sam meant everything to him; he didn't want to spend one meaningless day at school to miss out on a perfect opportunity to see Sam. He knew that it was his last year of schooling, for Sam and Tucker too. But he needed to talk to Sam, know for sure that she was okay.

While he slept, he dreamt of a girl making out with him, he couldn't tell who this girl was because she was completely blurred. He then dreamt about the unthinkable. He was making love to her, on his bed. He wanted to stop, but it was so pleasurable that he was unable to.

Somehow, he managed to wake himself up from the dream; he was getting really annoyed with dreams that forced him to wake up so they could stop.

He wondered why he had that dream, and who was that girl? Was it Sam? He thought trying to remember.

Was there progression in this one? Yeah, I think two days is better than I have done so far in this story. But, if you do have questions about the parts I skipped, please feel free to message me or ask me in the reviews. I will update this story next Thursday or Friday, but hopefully Thursday ;)