Phew, boy has this week been all about time management and organisation or what? Lol, it was. And man do I feel pumped to get a lot of things done this weekend, including this, which I did hope to do yesterday but I was in the mood to do some animation. Well, my first animation to be honest ^^; You can check it out on deviantArt if you want ^^

Anyways, I think I'm losing enthusiasm with this story, I think it's because I'm not into DP as much as I was when I started this story. So I think I'd better start planning further ahead with this story just so when it comes to that time of the week again and I'm not in the mood at all to do this chapter, I'll be prepared ;)

Well, enjoy Chapter 12 of Forgetful Love! ^^

DP (C) Butch Hartman

Sam demanded that her parents leave so that she would have time to think about this abortion, she told them that she was having second thoughts. She was almost surprised to see them smiling about her having second thoughts about keeping the child.

"Well Samantha, we are only doing what is best for you, and what is best for your future."

"Wow, I can't believe you're actually acting like real parents..." She mumbled as she looked the other way in thought. "Look, I just need to think on my own for a minute, okay?"

Pamela and Jeremy looked at each other then smiled with sincerity. "We can give you up until you have to go for the abortion to make a clear decision. Just remember that Saturday isn't very far away." Jeremy explained.

Sam bit her lower lip and nodded in reply, she had only a few short days to think all of this through, and she hoped that nothing bad would happen to her before then. She hoped that the ectoplasm problem would subside by then, so that she would only have one thing to worry about. But then she realised she had Danny to worry about too, and who the father was, who took advantage of her? She had a thousand different questions running through her mind that seemed to all focus on just the one topic. It made her head spin in confusion. Sam grunted in pain from this.

"Just leave me be for now, okay!?" Sam grunted in pain.

Pamela immediately took this as stressful pain, but she assumed it was because of her physical pain, and not the child. So Pamela quickly rushed by her side and proceeded to feel her forehead in case she was developing a fever.

"Are you not feeling well? Did you want me to get the doctor?" She asked in deep concern of her daughter.

Sam smacked her mother's hand off her forehead in frustration. "No, just leave me alone!" She shouted, feeling her emotions take control of her.

Pamela backed away slowly in deep confusion and concern. She wanted to help her daughter out but could see that the only thing Sam wanted was to be left alone. Tears began to make her aqua coloured eyes swell; Jeremy held her arms from behind and guided them both towards the door, where running towards the room could be heard.

A few short seconds later, the doctor was at the door in a panic, he had almost skidded across the floor just to see what was going on.

"What's wrong, is Miss Manson alright?" He asked, looking at Sam's parents.

Pamela stuttered, she tried to speak, but she was upset with how her daughter was acting. "She's...she-"

"Samantha just wants some time on her own." Jeremy explained while holding Pamela by the shoulders.

The doctor seemed unsure, from what he heard before, it seemed to him that Sam was in an awful lot of pain. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Are you sure? That scream sounded like a scream in pain."

"It wasn't a scream, I shouted because I am in emotional pain! It's something you doctor's can't do anything about!" Sam exclaimed, folding her arm into the wrapped up other arm.

The doctor seemed shocked, but then remembered that Sam was pregnant, by only a few days. He couldn't remember the exact amount of days, and kept on forgetting to tell Sam and her parents, but it might be a little too early for Sam to start having mood swings already. Then again, he wasn't a girl so he would never really understand what it's like feeling knocked up by someone you can't even remember.

The doctor didn't know what to tell Sam next, he could see that she looked much stressed. He didn't understand the pain she was going through, but could see it in her eyes, and her expression. He sighed and walked back out slowly along with Sam's parents. He closed the door silently and slowly before turning to Pamela and Jeremy who were extremely worried about their daughter.

"I think she's just confused by all this. I think it's best for both you and her that you give her some time." He said sympathetically.

"But, we have given her time." Jeremy explained, letting go of Pamela's shoulders to explain. "She's got until this Saturday to make up her mind."

"Saturday?" The doctor asked in curiosity of why Jeremy said that specific day.

Pamela sniffled and wiped her nose with a tissue she had in her small purse, she then got out some forms, the same ones that she had shown to Sam previously. "We made an appointment for this Saturday." She muttered as she sniffled again while handing the doctor the forms.

The doctor grabbed the forms and read almost every word, but stopped as soon as he saw the word 'abortion'. His eyes widened in surprise of them already making a decision for Sam instead of Sam making a decision for herself.

"You're getting an abortion for her? Did you discuss this with her first?" He asked.

Pamela and Jeremy looked at each other in worry, but then shrugged their concerns behind.

"Why? We're just doing what is best for our daughter." Jeremy said, almost snatching the folders off of him with slightly narrowed eyebrows in seriousness.

The doctor looked down, and thought about how they acted. Was that everyday life for Sam? That seemed a little unfair; she should be able to make her own decisions. He wanted to lecture them, but he knew that he was a doctor and not a lecturer, so he sealed his mouth shut from saying anything that could lead to a lecture about how to be a good parent.

"I see..." he replied.

He then left, thinking about how Sam's parents cared about their daughter a little too much for her to make her own decisions, he shook his head in doubt as he walked to the front desk.

Back in Sam's room, she was sobbing to herself again. She wanted all of this to be one big bad dream, but pinching herself wasn't doing anything to make all of this to seem fake. She cried even louder when after several pinches nothing seemed to happen, and she realised that this was reality.

Sam cursed herself, she felt so horrible. She hated having amnesia, she hated falling pregnant, she hated not knowing where this ectoplasm had come from, and she hated not knowing who the father was. And there were several other things that frustrated Sam, but those issues were taking over mind the most.

"I hate having to not remember! I wish I was able to!" She cursed, before she remembered about Desiree, the wishing ghost, and secretly hoping that she was around. "Oh, just the one time I want Desiree to be here."

Unfortunately, her wish wasn't granted, because she knew that any wishes that were made while that ghost was around would happen instantaneous. And it had been almost a minute and nothing had happened. Sam sunk back into her bed and looked at the ceiling, she didn't want to think of anything but she couldn't help herself; her problems that could have an effect on her future were decaying her calm and restful state.

She looked down at her stomach, and thought of the microscopic living thing that was growing inside of her, she grunted as she turned on her side.

"If you didn't exist I wouldn't have a problem! It's not that I want to get rid of you, but if you never happened I wouldn't have any problems!" She cried, talking to her stomach.

She hated whoever gave her amnesia, she hated whoever knocked her up. Even it was Danny, she would still be furious. She knew that before she hoped that if it was Danny's child, she would accept the child as his and hers, but now all she wanted to do was wake up from all this mess.

She didn't hate Danny, but she would grow furious with him if he had taken advantage of her, and if that's the reason why he couldn't remember anything, possibly because he may have gotten drunk that day and crashed the two of them when he drove her.

"I just wish that none of this ever happened, so that I wouldn't have all these thoughts running through my mind!"

Outside her room, Sam's parent's could hear her complaints, and knew that she was feeling very stressed. They looked at each other in sadness and worry, they both nodded in agreement to let her be. So they left her alone for the rest of the day, and Sam's doctor watched the two of them go down to the lift. He smiled slightly before going back to his business.

"I hope Sam will pull through." He whispered to himself as he looked over some forms in a folder.

Sam wanted to sleep that night, but kept tossing and turning as the same thoughts went through her head, and she didn't want Danny showing up without telling her, but unfortunately, at around midnight, Sam could hear a whisper. She groaned in annoyance she turned to see Danny flying through the wall on the window side.

"i don't want you here right now." Sam said, turning away from Danny.

Danny felt confused, and also began to feel upset too. "I don't understand, Sam, I would never hurt you." He exclaimed, approaching Sam and preparing to caress her cheek.

"Well, what if you were drinking that night? It could be yours!" She cried, not realising that she could wake up the other patients with her loud voice.

"I don't know if it is mine because I can't remember anything from that day! And what if it is mine, there's nothing wrong with it being mine. That means no one took advantage of you." Danny explained, trying to remain calm as he fought his anger.

There was a moment of silence, Danny wanted to see Sam's faced, but knew that the expression he would be seeking wouldn't be printed on her face. He approached to caress her cheek again, before she turned quickly to smack Danny's hand away from her.

"No, someone did take advantage of me. And it could have been you!" She stated, pointing a finger at the ghost teen. "Maybe that's why I have this darn ectoplasm in my blood! Maybe it's because I'm carrying a half ghost kid! It was either that or a ghost raped me." She ended, folding her arms and slightly lowering her tone.

Danny tried to take in all of what Sam just told him, he began to put two and two together. And it began to seem likely that it was indeed Danny who knocked her up, but he couldn't be certain since he couldn't remember anything from that day.

"It could be Sam, but the only answer into finding out who the father really is, is finding out where we both were that day." He explained in a calming tone, and trying to calm Sam down.

Sam grunted, knowing that Danny would always seem clueless. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"Listen, I'll talk to Tucker tomorrow at school about it."

"He won't be good enough." Sam said, turning to face Danny again. "The only thing that is good enough to figure everything out is the two of us remembering exactly what happened that day!"

Danny backed away slightly with his hands in front of him as if he were slightly frightened by Sam acting this way.

"Now look Sam, he's the best bet we have right now, unless out brains remember those exact events anytime soon, I'm afraid that Tucker is the best shot we have in finding out what happened that day."

Sam folded her arm into the casted one and turned to face away from Danny. "You'd better make it soon then." She said in a sarcastic tone.

"Why?" Danny asked in curiosity.

"Well, you've got until this Saturday to see if our minds decide to give all our memories back. If nothing happens by then, then this child is never going to be born."

"Sam..." Danny said, almost speechless. "This doesn't sound like you...I thought you were going to keep it regardless of who the father was."

Sam felt the confusion rush through her head again, it made her grunt in emotional pain and annoyance. She clenched the sheets with her only moveable hand and faced Danny with an intense expression of anger.

"Look, I'm just confused okay!?" She snapped, making Danny jumped feeling startled.

Danny could feel the confusion run through his veins, and could see her expression with the moonlight from the window reflection off of her, he could tell that she was very stressed. Danny could feel the stress as well, but knew that Sam had it worse. He wouldn't tell her because it would make it worse.

"Look, I'm going to figure this out okay?" Danny assured her. "I promise to help you in any way I can." He exclaimed with sincerity and with a hand over his chest in pure honesty.

Aw, Danny is so dedicated to Sam; he's willing to do whatever it takes to make Sam feel happy. So, got any ideas on what will happen in the next Chapter? Well right now I don't have much of a clue either, but I do have a small idea. Which will have to wait until about Friday or Saturday at the latest ^^; so, until then I hope you enjoyed this Chapter :)