School is WORSE

I do not own Danny Phantom

Chapter Three

"Will he be okay?"

"Yes, he got a bad head injury, but in a few weeks he will have made a full recovery."

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much."

'Who's talking?' Danny's groggy mind managed to think as he slowly came back to consciousness. Two people were talking, but he could sense that there were more in the room. That brought him to his next question, 'Where am I?' Danny began to open his eyes, blinking a few times to clear the haze away. He saw in fact six figures, one dressed in blue, one in orange, one in black, one with orange hair, one with a red hat, and one all in white.

"Mom, Dad, Sam, Jazz, Tucker?" he asked in the order he had seen them, his voice thin but strong.

"Danny!" they all yelled at practically the same time.

"What happened?" Danny asked, before his eyes focused on the doctor, "And why is there a doctor here?" he began to rub his head, but froze, his pupils shrinking and the rest widening. "Why are there… bandages… on my head?"

Jazz bit her lip, looking sad and sheepish, before she turned to her mom in a whisper. The doctor was instantly rushed out - much to his dismay - and the explaining began.

"Danny, I am so sorry!" Jazz suddenly gushed, "I thought you were okay, I only saw that your head was bleeding after you had already lost a lot of blood!" she sobbed. Danny reached up a hand - noticing it was paler than usual - and put it on Jazz's shoulder.

"Its okay Jazz, it wasn't your fault… it was mine." Danny whispered, before suddenly he turned his gaze to each person in turn, "No one else got hurt right?"

Everyone nodded to confirm this, and Danny sighed in relief before slouching back into the pillows, itching the bandages on his head.

"Danny, the doctor says in about a couple weeks you can take the bandages off." Maddie whispered to her son, gently pulling his hand away from his head.

"Which means?"

"A few days." * Sam answered Danny's question. Danny smiled, his eyes trying to blink back his exhaustion, but he failed.

"Just go to sleep." someone's voice said, though it was hard to tell whose, but Danny obeyed. Within moments his chest was rising and falling evenly, his eyes shut tight.

The group looked down at Danny with small smiles, before Tucker noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

A potted plant, on the windowsill.

"Can't risk this exploding if Danny has a nightmare." he explained to the rest as he picked up the plant and smashed it in the trash can, no one noticed how Danny winced.

"Good thinking!" Jack boomed, nearly waking his son.

"We could have taken it out of the room, and not destroyed it Tucker." Sam snarled.

Tucker smiled sheepishly, a look of guilt spreading across his face. "uh, heh heh… Hey, I'm hungry, who else is?" he asked, pushing out the door and away from a flaming Sam. The group followed him, also muttering about being hungry.

As soon as the door shut, Danny's body flared bright purple, though he was asleep. And the plant in the trashcan took root, and began to grow, and grow, and grow.


* you know, because of his fast healing rate due to being a half ghost.

Okay, so here is chapter three! YAY! It's short, but it shows you all how selfless Danny is (like you didn't already know) oh, and the plant Tucker threw away, its angry! MWAHAHAAHAHAA!

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