Hey everyone! Welcome to chapter 2! Don't have much to say so…..uh….enjoy!

Dan sauntered into the lounge where a few nurses were gathered at the coffee machine chatting on their break. There was also a man and a woman sitting on a couch and they looked really upset.

They're waiting. Dan told himself. Hopefully whoever they're waiting for doesn't turn out like me.

Dan stopped in front of the phone and drew in a deep breath; Jazz hadn't called in a while. She used to call every day it seemed, but the last time Dan had heard from his sister was almost a week ago. He picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Danny! Hi! It's Jazz!."

"Hey Jazz."

"How are you doing?"

"Well, I'm still here aren't I?" Dan said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Of course you are! I mean, the doctors said you have at least two weeks."

"Rub it in why don't 'cha?" Dan replied.

"Oh Danny, I didn't mean- ."

"It's okay." He cut her off. "I get your point."

He couldn't hear any noise over the phone but Dan could tell Jazz was smiling that reassuring smile she does.

"Um, listen, Danny, I didn't call just to say hi." Jazz said. Her voice was serious.

"What? Did something happen?!" Dan worried. Things were bad enough for his family now that he was practically on his death bed. Nothing else needed to happen to them, especially somebody getting hurt, emotionally and physically. Unfortunately Dan was about to find out there was more emotional damage than he thought.

"No, don't worry, everyone's fine. It's just…well…about our visits."

Dan could feel his heart sinking lower and lower.

"Mom, Dad and I won't be coming to visit you anymore."

At the end of that sentence, a hammer struck Dan's stomach. He was speechless.

No more Mom, no more Dad, no more Jazz... Dan thought to himself. He wanted to ask why but a different jumble of words came out.

"What about Sam?" He said quietly.

"I…I don't think she'll be coming either." Jazz informed her brother painfully. There was silence on both ends; one dreadfully sorry to be the bearer of bad news, the other speechless from what had felt like a bandage being ripped from the deepest gash imaginable.

Dan heard a sniffle on the other end, "Oh and there's something else Danny."

Dan's heart kept sinking lower and lower, until it finally hit rock bottom.

What else could happen? Dan wondered. I'll be alone, and miserable and god knows what else! And she's got more news.

"What?" His voice was no louder than a whisper.

"Well, I was researching some stuff on Mom and Dad's ghost analysis computer and it seems that the ecto-energy that your ectoblasts give off add to the cancer and make it grow. If you use too much of your ecto-energy, it could…it could…shorten that two week period."

"So what you're saying is?" Dan wished his sister would just spit it out and get it over with.

"You really shouldn't use your ghost powers anymore if you want to-."

"If I what? If I wanna live? Well here's some news I guess you didn't know Jasmine, I'm not gonna live! So why should it matter if I use my powers or not!?"

"Danny, I'm sorry! I didn't mean…I just…"

Dan could hear Jazz sobbing on the other line.

"Thought you could help? There's nothing you can do, Jazz. And if you're not gonna come, then just stay out of it."

"No, Danny!...Danny?...Dan-?"

Dan didn't say anything; he just replaced the receiver back on the phone. He gave a sigh; he really didn't need this headache at the moment. He started walking towards the door of the lounge and noticed the couple he had seen before were talking to a doctor.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do." Dan overheard the doctor say.

The woman buried her face into the man's shoulder, and he rested his head on hers. Dan quickened his step as he walked back to his room.

He quietly closed the door behind him and looked around. All the snow-like feathers were gone.

Well that's one thing about this place. Dan told himself, it doesn't take long for them to clean people's rooms.

He was about to sit down on his bed when there came a knock on the door.

Now what?

This time it was a red haired nurse.

"Mr. Fenton, Dr. Way would like to take a few tests, just to double check. He really hates it when he tells people something's wrong with them but in reality, they're perfectly fine. Raises his stress level, it does."

Dan's spirit (no pun intended) was lifted a little. There could be, even though slight, a chance that he didn't have cancer!

"Okay. I don't see what harm it could do."

He stood up and followed the nurse into the hallway.

"So what type of tests are we talking here? Couple X-rays?" Dan asked.

"Oh, no. We're talking the works here! X-rays, blood tests, MRIs…."

Dan halted in the middle of the hall way. I though she said just a few tests. He thought.

The nurse turned around, "What's wrong?"

Dan snapped out of his daze, "OH, um, nothing." And he began following her again.

First stop, The blood taking room. (or whatever you call it)

Dan- "To un-explain the unforgivable,

Drain all the blood and give the kids a show.

By streetlight this dark night,

A séance down below.

There're things that I have done,

You never should ever know!"

He watched as a trail of blood trickled down a tube into one of those beaker things.

"And without you is how I disappear,

And live my life alone forever now.

And without you is how I disappear,

And live my life alone forever now."

Next was to the X-ray room. Dan lay down on the metal table.

"Who walks among the famous living dead,

Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed.

And if you could talk to me,

Tell me if it's so,

That all the good girls go to heaven.

Well, heaven knows"

He shut his eyes as bright flashes of light blinked in front of him.

"That without you is how I disappear,

And live my life alone forever now.

And without you is how I disappear,

And live my life alone forever now."

Now to the MRI room. When will this stop? He thought

"Can you hear me cry out to you?

Words I thought I'd choke on figure out.

I'm really not so with you anymore.

I'm just a ghost,

So I can't hurt you anymore,

So I can't hurt you anymore."

Slowly inching through the tubular machine. Ever since that phone call, all Dan could think of was Sam…

"And now, you wanna see how far down I can sink?

Let me go, f---!

So, you can, well now so, you can

I'm so far away from you.

Well now so, you can."

The rest of the tests were a blur. Coming and going from rooms so quickly, doing tests he wasn't even sure were relevant.

"And without you is how I disappear,

And without you is how I disappear,

Whoa whoa... Whoa whoa...

Forever, forever now!"

Dan plopped on his bed after a long day of poking and prodding and slowly closed his eyes. Now I know why they wanted to do every single test in the hospital. Money; more to add to my bill. Eventually he drifted of into a deep sleep.

OK, that was a fairly long chapter! Because of this, it buys me some time to write the next chapter (since it was so long.) Don't worry I won't take too long and I must say I'ma little stumped on the next chapter so…till then!

DDH