A/N: Here is chapter 2, please review.
Chapter 2
Tucker's view ( Third Person)
It was never easy for me to stay in a hospital. He never liked going to the Doctor's. In fact, he was afraid of it. Surprisingly, after he found the boy, he was in a hospital, sitting next to the boy. Sam was dozing off slightly . He sighed. They never knew who the boy was. Looking at him, he looked like a ten-year-old. A severely malnourished, skinny, dehydrated boy. He was more than skin-and-bones. He was so thin that he could count his ribs. The boy was seriously injured, it was even a surprise that he was still alive. There were stickers on his chest which was connected to a heart monitor that beeped in a constant rhythm. There was an IV that went into his nose and another IV was fastened by surgical tape in his forearm.
He had a really bad gash that was in desperate need to be stitched. The doctor had told them that he was abused and dissected by someone. Who would do such a thing? Sam was really angry when she heard about this. Tucker found it disturbing. Tucker saw there were blisters and burn marks on his wrist. It seemed like the boy had gone through a lot.
Sam opened her eyes and turned to Tucker," Is he awake?"
"N-no," Tucker stuttered, he stared at the ceramic tiles on the floor. Usually, he found the tiles boring but when he stared closer at it, it seemed interesting. They looked at the mysterious boy. So many questions formed in their head. Who was he? Who abused him? Where does he live? Is he okay? However, they had to wait. It has been a week since he was brought here and he still had not woke up. The doctors think that he may have fell into a coma. He just stared out of the window, the sky was grey. It looked as if it was about to rain. Tucker shifted his gaze from the window to the boy and to Sam. The black-haired, amethyst-eyed girl seemed to fiddle with the loose strand of hair that fell over her face. Sam looked up at Tucker and asked again," Do you think he will be alright?"
Tucker had never seen Sam so sentimental. She had always portrayed herself strong, stubborn and thick-skinned. However, her eyes were slightly glassy. She looked worried. It was weird. She was worrying over a random boy they saw on the street. Sure, he was severely injured but this did not seem...right. They heard a little grunting and turned to look at the boy. It seemed like he was waking up.
Danny's view ( Third Person)
Danny heard hushed voices and beeping. He cracked his eyes open and stared at the light. His eyes adjusted to the brightness as he looked around. White wall, was he at the GIW? He felt panic seize him. His head hurt dully. However, Danny seemed to be in a different clothes. Not in that usual filthy, blood stained shirt and loose brown trousers that seemed to have been stained with blood as well. He was in a pristine clean, turquoise gown. It looked like a long shirt that reached till his knees. Danny sighed as he stared closer at the wall, it seemed not be exactly white, it was a shade of light grey. Danny sighed. He noticed he had needles poked into him and a small tube that ran into his nose. It felt kind of weird. Danny felt as if he wanted to rip out this needle and tube and run out. However, he turned to see two people. They looked kind of taller and stronger than them. There was a girl clad in purple and black. She kind of scared him. Then, there was a dark skinned boy who seemed to dress like a traffic light. Danny decided to call him Traffic Light but not in speech. Danny cautiously sat up. He stared at them.
"Are you okay?" The girl asked, her voice was too loud for his liking. Danny shrunk in his bed and burrowed into his pillow, pulling the blankets over him.
" Talk to him softer, he is scared," Traffic Light said in a low whisper to the girl.
"Okay," she said in a much softer tone," Are you okay?"
Danny kept quiet. He did not know if he could trust them. Danny just stared at them helplessly.
" Hey, it's okay, we won't hurt you," Traffic Light said in a hushed tone.
Danny did not speak. He was afraid they would hit him so he nodded slowly.
"Okay, what is your name?" The girl started," My name is Sam Manson and he is Tucker Foley,"
"D-Danny," he stuttered in a raspy voice.
"Nice name," Tucker - Traffic Light- replied.
"Don't you have a last name?" Sam asked.
Danny stuttered," I don't know my last name,"
Sam and Tucker nodded.
"You have a home?" Tucker asked.
Danny looked at Tucker, his eyes wide and then, he shook his head.
"You want to stay with one of us?" Sam asked.
Danny looked at them helplessly.
"No, I...I...I am a f-freak and I d-don't des-deserve a h-home," Danny replied, he covered his face and choked a sob.
"Who said that? Why are you a freak?" Tucker asked as he looked at the sobbing boy as he went to put his hand over the boy's shoulder but he flinched away from the boy.
"I...hic...I...hic am half ghost. The...hic...Guys in...hic...white said it," Danny continued to sob. Danny can't believe he was spilling this information. He continued to sob more, tears ran down his face.
Sam felt as if she wanted to hug him. However, seeing him flinch from Tucker's hand told her otherwise.
"Danny," Sam started sternly. The boy flinched. She lowered her volume and continued," Listen, you are not a freak. You are a unique person. You are different from others. That does not warrant you abuse and dissection,"
Sam had heard of the Guys In White. They were a ghost hunting agency funded by the government. They were pretty much lame. However, they did capture ghosts.
Danny looked at Sam in shock. The Guys in White had said that he was a freak and no one would accept him. And, there he was, in a weird room, with two teenagers accepting him.
"How old are you?" Tucker asked.
"14," Danny replied. The scientist at least told him how old he was and taught him some stuff.
"You are our age?" Sam gasped," You look like a ten-year-old,"
Danny made a face that no one could quite make out and continued looking at Sam.
"Well, you can stay at Tucker's," Sam started.
"Yeah! My parents had always wanted a second child and maybe, they can adopt you!" Tucker started excitedly. Danny started to cower and Tucker realized this and lowered the volume. Sam sent a glare in Tucker's way as Tucker straightened his back.
" Well, I will tell my parents and we'll se if they like you and would like to adopt you after you get out of the modelling agency uh...hospital," Tucker said. Danny cocked his head which made Sam giggle slightly! She giggled, Sam thought in shock and covered her mouth.
Sam cleared her throat and asked," How were you captured?"
"Umm...I r-ran aw-away f-from h-home," Danny stuttered," I- I was wal-walking and the GIW realized what I was and cap-captured m-me,"
Danny can't believe he was telling them his story and they were so accepting of it.
"C-can you keep this as a secret?" Danny asked in a raspy voice.
Sam and Tucker nodded.
A/N: How did I do? Please review.