A/N: Sorry about this one, it's kinda dorky, but I needed something for this title...

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.


82. Can You Hear Me?

"Hi Danny, how are you doing?"

Hi Sam.

She was quiet for a while, seemingly unsure of what to say next and she moved around the room some, picking up a 'Get Well' card and then putting it back in it's place. The room smelled like flowers and antiseptic, a strange combination.

"We eh, we caught Technus today. Remember when I told you last week he had been rampaging the computer factory and we couldn't catch him?"

Yeah...

"Well, we took out all of Tucker's equipment and put it in the middle of the park, his laptop, his cell phones – did you know he has three of them – his PDAs, everything. You should have heard him, it was like we were taking his children!"

Ha ha. Wish I could've seen his face too.

"It was bait, see. And he fell for it too. Tucker himself sucked him in the thermos and after that he hugged his game computer, can you imagine that?"

Sure I can. Great job Sam, I'm really proud of you guys.

Again, a silence settled over the room, not uncomfortable, but companionable. She shuffled her feet some and rested her hands on the edge of the bed. Then she grabbed the chair that was standing in the corner, pulled it closer to the bed and sat down on it.

"Mr Lancer asked about you. He said some very nice things about you too. It was really weird, I thought he didn't like you. Said that if you had put your mind to it, you could have done really well and that it had always disappointed him that you had neglected your schoolwork, as he put it."

Mr Lancer said nice things about me? The world must be coming to an end...

"It crept me out a little though. It sounded to me as if... he was talking about you as if... don't get mad now, I'm not the one that was saying all this you know, but he was talking about you as if you were in the past. Like you were already dead. And you're not."

People are giving up on me? Come on, it hasn't been that long has it? How long has it been? It's hard to tell time here...

"It's been a year now. I can't believe how much time has passed. We're doing alright though. We... I just wish..."

Yeah, me too. Oh Sam, don't cry, I hate it when you cry, you never cry. Come on, I'm not some dead animal or some poor neglected tree...

"I'm sorry Danny, I know you hate it when I cry. There's just.. so many things I wanted to tell you, so many things we still need to do and I always thought we had plenty of time for that and now look at you..."

Hey, we can still do them! And you're talking to me now, aren't you?

She stood up and pushed the chair back to where it came from

"I should go, my mom is waiting for me downstairs. It's really strange talking to you like this, Danny. You know, I don't even know if you can hear me..."

She looked down at the pale face of the boy laying down on the hospital bed, unmoving, his eyes closed. The hair on the right side of his head had grown back now, the scar on his forehead only a thin line. He looked peaceful, asleep. On impulse, she bend over and quickly pecked him on his right cheek.

"Bye Danny. I'll see you again next week."


Yeah, I know, another 'Danny in a coma' fic. Live with it :)