Jazz pushed Tucker aside and ran down the hall, closely followed by Sam. Tucker sat on the floor, buried his head in his hands, and cried.
As Sam ran down the hall, she could only imagine what was happening with Danny right now. Had his pulse come back already? Was he still technically alive (if only halfway)? Would this affect a half-ghost at all? And, the most frequent question in her mind...
...Are we ever going to see Danny again?
Jazz asked herself none of these questions, though, because she was too busy trying to get to the ER.
Finally they arrived, Jazz pushing the door open forcefully. Danny's family was all there now. Maddie was begging her son to return to life. Jack looked angry, more angry than he had ever looked in his life. Even he probably didn't know what he was angry at. Jazz, who of course had just come in, was looking at the monitors, seeing exactly what was wrong with her brother. She noticed something that no one else had: besides his lack of a pulse, his brain waves were spiking, as if he was...
...was what? Fighting off this attack? Thinking about something he liked? Trying to come out of the coma to say goodbye? Trying to just leave his body, so that Danny Phantom might stick around, even if Danny Fenton was lost forever? All those were possibilities, but Jazz didn't know if any of them were the true ones. She was taking psychology, not medical science!
Jazz looked over to her brother as Sam simply started to cry. He had always done so much for her...so much for the city. He was so brave...so mature. He could be annoying sometimes, but he was still...
-...my brother,- Jazz finished thinking. She gently placed her hand on his, trying to let him know his family was here for him.
Suddenly, it all overwhelmed her. Her strong-willed mind simply could not handle the stress, and her body was physically tired as well. -Stay strong, Danny...- she wearily thought as she sank to the floor. -Stay strong...-