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Broken

It was the day before the big competition that decides who the winner is. Sam shivered in excitement. It would be performed lived on national T.V. She and Danny have been practicing like crazy, and she couldn't wait for the competition.

Knock, Knock. Her bedroom door went. She headed over to it, and opened the door. "Danny? What are you doing here? It's eight at night." She said to him. "Yeah, heh, well…I just wanted to come by and...Uh, oooohhhhhh…" Danny moaned. "Danny? What's wrong?" She asked him. "Come on, lay on my bed." She told him. Danny headed over to her bed, and lay down. "What's wrong?" She asked him. Sam put her hand to his forehead. "You don't have a fever." "Lift up the shirt." Danny said. Sam reached for his shirt, and saw that he had a big gash on his stomach.

"Oh my god Danny, what happened?" She asked him. "Skulker. One of his gadgets were too quick, and well…you get the rest. Aaahhh.." Danny said in pain. "Danny, just stay here. I'll be right back with the aid kit." She told him.

Hurriedly, Sam ran down stairs to grab the aid kit. She grabbed it, and ran back to her bed room. "Okay, this may hurt a bit, but don't worry. It won't for long." Sam told him. She grabbed a towel, and quickly poured some alcohol down on it. She slowly put the rag down on his gash. He winced in pain. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yeah, I'm, I'm fine." He said. She lifted up the towel, and looked at it. Sam could see white bubbles, which meant it was working, and then she gently put it back. She walked over to his side of the bed, and bent down to were she was facing him.

"You really should be more careful Danny." She told him. "Yeah, I know." He said. "Usually you're more careful than that. You did get him in the thermos though right? Because if you didn't…the, pain sure wouldn't be worth it." She told him. "I did. The thermos is over there." Danny said, gesturing towards his back pack.

"Good. At least that's one less thing to worry about. Are you nervous for tomorrow?" She asked him curiously. "No. You're there, so really, that makes things better to know." He said, his eyes closing slightly. Sam smiled. She looked back at the rag on his stomach. Sam walked over to it, and lifted it up. She put some cream down on it to help it heal. Quickly she grabbed a big bandage, and put it on top of the gash.

"You rest. It's Friday. I'll call Jazz and tell her you're spending the night. She'll know what I mean when I do." She told him. Sam bent down, and put her hand on his cheek, and held it there for a while. He looked into her eyes as she did so. They sat there like this. Then, she stood and said, "Well, better call Jazz. I'll be right back." She told him. Danny nodded his head. He grabbed her hand as she stood up. "Thanks Sam." He said. She nodded her head, and headed out of her room, leaving the teenaged injured boy on the bed.

Ring Ring. Jazz's phone rang. She went to grab her cell phone. "Hello?" She said. "It's Sam." "Hey! Have you seen Danny? I can't find him anywhere. And tomorrow's the big competition!" Jazz shouted. "Don't worry he's over here with me." Sam told her. "Phew. I thought something bad might have happened to him." "Well, something sort of did. He got a big cut on his stomach by one of Skulker's gadgets. But, other than that, he's okay. I took care of him." She said. "Oh my god, how bad is it?" Jazz asked. "Pretty big, but not big enough to where he has to have too get stitches." Sam said. "That's good, hey, Sam? How do you know about all of this stuff?" Jazz asked her. "Well, when I'm older, I want to be a doctor. It's sort of always been my dream." "That's a great job." "Oh and Jazz, by the way, Danny's sleeping over here tonight. Well come back over here later tomorrow morning to get his things for the competition."

Beep. Sam and Jazz both closed their phones.

Sam walked back over to her bedroom. She saw Danny laying there. "I called her. She's fine with it. Jazz started to freak out at first, then, she was okay." Sam said, with a confirming smile on her face. "Great." Danny answered quietly. Almost, like a whisper. "Danny, how about you go to sleep, get some rest, you've had a really rough day." She said, concerned. "Yeah, I will." He began to sit up, but again winced in pain. Sam rushed over to his side. "Danny, you sleep here." Sam said. "But, where are you going to sleep?" Danny asked. "I'll find a place." Sam answered. "Wait, Sam, please don't leave." Danny pleaded. "I might need you. Well, I do need you actually." Danny said, grabbing her hand, his eyes closed.

"Alright." Sam walked over to the other side of the bed and lay down. She reached over to her C.D. player and before she put her head phones on said, "Good night Danny, sweet dreams." But before he even heard her, Danny was fast asleep.

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