Fears: Chapter Twenty-one

A/N: This story is wrapping up quite nicely now that I'm back on track and have my laptop working again. I'm hoping to finish it within the week, so wish me luck. Please tell me what you think.

Danny's POV:

I hated that I was right about Danielle getting sick again. It had only been about fifteen minutes since she finished her slushy and she was throwing up.

Sam grabbed a ponytail holder and pulled Danielle's hair back with it. I rubbed Danielle's back, seeing as I couldn't hold her without ripping the IV out. "It's okay, baby," I said.

After awhile, Frostbite came back into the room. "Is this normal?" Sam asked.

"Yes, she's throwing up the ectoplasm to get it out of her system, that's all," he answered.

"How much longer?" I asked.

"I'd like to monitor her over night and make sure that she's doing alright. You should be able to take her home tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, rubbing Danielle's back.

"I wanna go home," she moaned.

"I know, baby," I said. "We'll get to take you home soon."

She leaned back against the pillow and sighed. Frostbite left the room, allowing Kitty and Johnny to come in. Kitty was carrying a sparkly pink gift bag and Johnny was holding a cardboard cup holder with coffees from the Ghost Zone's very own Starbucks. He handed one to me and one to Sam as Kitty handed Danielle the sparkly bag. "Here you go, sweetheart," she said. "You can open it."

Danielle opened the bag and pulled out the silver paper, pulling out the bright green and purple teddy bear. "I love it," she said, smiling.

Kitty kissed her forehead, then sat down beside Johnny with her coffee. Danielle seemed to be alright at the moment. She was content, at least, lying back against the pillows with the teddy bear nestled in the crook of her arm.

I closed my eyes pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, letting out a slow exhale of air. "You need to relax," Sam said, rubbing my shoulders. "It's going to be okay."

"I know, I know," I sighed, turning around to wrap my arms around her.

The rest of the night, Danielle was either asleep or throwing up. One of us was always up with her. For what had to be the billionth time, I was thankful that I'd become friends with Johnny and Kitty.

By the next morning, Danielle hadn't been able to hold anything down. She was exhausted and her face was flushed. Frostbite walked in bright and early, "How are you feeling, Danielle?" he asked.

"Dizzy," she replied weakly.

"That's normal," he said. "I'm going to take another sample of blood and run a quick test, if everything turns out right, you should be able to go home by this evening."

I took Danielle's hand and she squeezed it. Frostbite took the sample quickly and left the room. When he returned, Danielle was asleep. "Well?" I asked anxiously.

"According to this, most of her ghost DNA is gone. I'll keep her here for a few more hours, then you can take her home."

"Thank you, Frostbite," I said. "For everything."

"No problem, Daniel," he said, smiling at me.

That night, it was time to take Danielle home. I carried her out to the speeder and Sam held her on the way to the lair. When we got there, I unlocked the door and carried Danielle down to her bedroom, pulling her blankets up around her. I kissed her forehead, "Try to sleep, sweetheart," I said. With that, Sam and I walked out of the room and shut the door, walking down the hall to the living room to meet Kitty and Johnny.