Thanks for all the reviews, guys! I love them! Also, because I have sort of forgotten how the last chapter ended (and I'm too lazy to check), I'm starting this chapter in a different setting. Hurrah for variety! Now, without further ado, (and stalling,) chapter 4.
Sam tapped her fingers against the table. Her parents had sent her to a retreat for 'young upscale ladies,' so now she was bored out of her mind. She had endured seminars about how to 'not attract that kind of husband,' and how to improve her posture until she looked like a Victorian aristocrat, and now she wasn't sure if this two week long retreat would ever end.
Her mind wandered back to Amity Park. Danny had decided that he needed to stay at Amity and fend off ghosts without having to worry about his cover, so Tucker came up with an ingenious plan. He would invite Danny out of town to his tech retreat, and he would sneak back as a ghost and stay in Amity. The trio also agreed that Jazz would freak out if she found out that Danny was fighting without backup, so they concurred not to tell her.
Sam smiled. That was just like him, when he had the choice between hanging out with his friends and fighting ghosts he would choose the most responsible option.
The cell phone in her pocket vibrated. Sam excused herself to the bathroom to take the call. She checked for witnesses and opened the phone.
"Sam?" she smiled slightly. What would Danny want at this time in the morning?
"Hey." He immediately started gushing the whole story.
"There was a building and it was on fire and I went inside and saved the people, but I got burned and now my mom is checking me as Phantom and I-" she cut off his run-on sentenence.
"Wait, what? You did what now?" He took a deep breath.
"I got burned as Phantom, so the hospital called mom, and now she is checking it out."
"How bad is it?"
"Not bad. It's almost gone." She sighed.
"Is your mom, you know, going to kill you?" Sam was careful not to use the phrase 'rip you molecule by molecule' around Danny when he was freaking out.
"I don't know! Sometimes she seems like she is about to destroy me, but other times she seems like she just wants to help." She tilted her head to the side. That's weird, she thought, usually his parents are pretty one dimensional about ghosts.
"Are all people in the building okay?"
She could almost hear the smile in his voice. "It took you a while to ask about them. Yeah, a couple burns, but everyone will be out of the hospital by tomorrow…" Suddenly, he was silent.
"Except?" Sam's voice was gentle. He sniffed.
"Well, this one girl, Patricia Clay, she… she already had some sort of lung problem, and the smoke…" His voice conveyed his inner guilt and responsibility for everyone he came in contact with. "She- she won't be going home for a while. She has bronchitis, and the smoke was… was pretty bad." He was silent for a moment. "Oh crap! Uhh, I'll talk to you later! Bye!" The phone clicked off. Sam smiled. He was going to be alright.
Danny spun around, right into Maddie. His eyes widened, like a child caught with the cookie jar.
"So," Maddie smirked, "who were you calling?"
Sorry for the short chapter, but I need to get going. (How vague. Good job Bull, you seem not mysterious, but busy. Try harder next time!)