Part Four of the (?) part series of Can You Hear Me? I had it typed up last night, but always recognizes my new documents as "empty". What's up with that? Anyways, let it begin!
Sam and Jazz sat there, looking at their meals in silence.
They were in the hospital's waiting room. It was as close as they were allowed to be to Danny right now, as food wasn't allowed in the hospital room. Not that they had an appetite. Nasty Burger food wasn't exactly "appealing" normally, so with Danny in the condition he was in, the girls might as well have been staring at beetle insides.
Sam finally broke the silence. "I miss him."
"Me too," said Jazz in response.
There was a long period of silence before Jazz said, "He really needs to get back up. And not just for us, either."
Sam nodded. Ghosts had been running rampant ever since Danny passed into his coma. The hospital was filling up fast, and seven fatalities had been reported. One fatality was their classmate, Star. The school seemed to go from miserable to broken now that she was dead, and not just metaphorically either. Shortly after Star's death, Casper High collapsed into rubble. No one was inside at the time, thankfully.
"I hope Danny doesn't blame himself for all of this when he wakes up..." Jazz said. "If he does blame himself, then...he'll lose everything that makes him Danny. I don't want that to happen."
Sam looked at Jazz, hard. As in, really looking for the first time hard. She had always seen Jazz as a truly independent woman, even more so than herself. Yet, with Danny gone, she just couldn't overcome her worries, fears, doubts...couldn't even eat for worry. -Just like me...- she thought dryly as she looked down at her food.
Sam looked back up and slowly scooted over next to Jazz, then put her hand on her closer shoulder. "I know how you feel..." Sam said. And she meant it, more deeply than most would ever know. But Jazz knew. That's why she smiled. A weak smile, but more than she'd given off in the past week.
Suddenly, the door to the waiting room burst open. Tucker stood there, hands on knees, panting for breath.
"Tucker?" Sam said, leaning forward.
Tucker looked up, and agony showed on his face. Not physical agony, either. He looked scared. Very scared.
Jazz stood up. "Something's wrong with Danny, isn't there?"
"I'm afraid so..." said Tucker.
"No!" shouted Sam, standing up as well.
Tucker tried to say something, but only a frightened sob came out. His face crumpled. Jazz rushed over to him, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted: "Tell me what's wrong with my brother!"
Tucker looked up, tears streaming down his face. Then, gulping once, he managed to deliver his message.
"Danny doesn't have a pulse."
Uh oh...that can't be good...review please!