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Chapter Four

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Danny seemed to hear voices again or more likely noises. They seemed to be coming closer to him, maybe talking to him or two people talking to each other or just random noises.

But soon enough he found out that they were voices.

"Do you think he'll wake up soon?" One voice said.

"I don't know we won't know until he wakes up." Another said.

"What if he never wakes up?" The first voice asked. "What will we tell his parents?"

"He will, we just don't know how long he can last without food and water." The second voice said trying to stay calm, "Because if he doesn't wake up soon he'll die."

"Again," The first voice agreed.

"Yeah, he lost him for a few seconds last night. And then later that night—"

"We lost him for a few minutes." The first voice finished, "He's so lucky that he's even alive. It's a miracle."

"I have no idea either," the second voice said softly, "It's like he has these awesome powers to keep him alive."

Danny laughed in his mind. These people were funny, but he didn't have powers to keep him alive. He had powers. But then he came back to reality, why couldn't he wake up? Why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he do any of these things?

Danny tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't feel them move. He was too weak, was he in coma? Wait weren't you not supposed hear anyone if you were in coma? What was coma like? Is this similar? Is this coma? What happened? Why can't he do anything?

Being angry made one small movement from Danny; he made a fist and let it go back to where it was. The people gasped and pointed at his hand.

"Did you see that?" The first person asked.

"Do you think I'm blind?" The second asked sarcastically.

"Well—no not at all," The first said, "Should we tell someone?"

"Duh."

Danny heard footsteps moving away from him, then something creaked and a small slam followed after that. After that, Danny couldn't hear anything, just some weird humming sound. On his right, well he thought it was on his right, he heard beeping. Beeping sounds going in a rhythm, for a second Danny didn't know what it was. Then he came to notice that it was his heart rate.

Danny wanted to move now, he hated being lifeless. All he could do was listen to things around him and it was driving him crazy. He didn't know how long he's been like this, all he wanted to do was go home, be with his family and friends. He couldn't stand this any longer.

He heard some footsteps growing louder toward him. The creaking sound came back and a soft slam came after that. This time he heard three voices, the two that he heard earlier and a new one.

"We saw his hand move," The first voice said quietly.

"Well, how do you know?" the new voice asked, "I mean he's been like this for a few days now."

Few days? Was it that long already? Now he really wanted to get out of here.

"We promise you," The second voice said, "We both saw it today, with our own eyes."

"Okay I believe you," The new voice said, "But I want to keep him here for another few days. Besides he's not even awake yet."

"Last night, his heart rate dropped and then it came back without any supplies." The first voice said. "Do you think that's strange?"

"No not at all, sometimes that happens," The new voice said in a firm tone.

"But ever since his heart rate has been slower than normal, now don't you think that strange?" The second voice asked.

"A little," The new voice admitted.

"So do you think that something is wrong with him then?" The second voice asked worriedly. "I mean his parents are counting on us."

"Everyone is counting on us, they always do, know why? 'Cause they believe we can save them, and that's true," The new voice said, and Danny was pretty sure that the voice was glaring at the two other people.

"I'm sorry, but this one kinda freaks me out," The second voice replied, "I mean the heart rate, dying a few times and coming back to life, I'm not use to that."

The new voice cleared its throat and said softly, "There are new thing every day. And that's good, we'll find out new stuff and people will learn them too. So there's no need to worry."

"I'm sorry sir, I guess I wasn't thinking straight," The second voice said sadly.

"That's alright, we should head out now." The new voice said in a calm tone. "We probably want to leave this kid alone. We never know what is happening inside of his head." The person added a smirk.

Great, now Danny had to stay in this bugging room. Only if he could just wake up. But then again, what if he never wakes up? What if he dies in this weird sleep that he was in? What if there was no cure? What would he do?

The voices he heard started talking about other stuff that he didn't care about and soon they left Danny alone in the room. If Danny had the power he would've sighed in defeat. For some reason he had a feeling he was going to be like this for a long time. He just didn't know how long.

Danny wanted, so bad, to see, he hated seeing just blackness and hearing voices and noises. He knew that if he didn't get out of this sleep, he would go crazy to listening to these annoying, humming sounds that were like right by his ears. It sounded like it was right by his ears, or they were really loud. How was he supposed to sleep like this?

As he thought about it, he felt stupid; he was practically asleep, just his mind was awake.

Then he heard faint voices, sounding like it was on the other side of some sort of wall or door. Which he probably was right.

"Please you have to let us see him," A young girl cried.

"I'm sorry, but he's not ready for visitors," Another voice told the girl, "He's still in weak condition, plus he's not even awake."

"Please, I don't care I have to see Danny," The girl said, he voice full of concern.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I truly am,"

Danny wanted to yell, telling the girl, or whoever she was to come in, telling her that he was there, that he could hear her, hear everything. But his voice wouldn't work, nothing worked. He couldn't believe he was so weak, he couldn't believe that he was lifeless, and he hated it.

Then he felt something warm running down his cheek, it was a tear drop. He was actually crying? He actually did something and his body responded. He was doing something! More tears fell freely on his cheek; he was so happy that he could do something. His body was starting to listen to him; he was able to do stuff. Maybe he'll wake up soon; maybe he'll wake up like tomorrow or so. Just thinking all of this made Danny so happy, he didn't even hear a voice shouting to another person, telling the person to come over and see what the boy was doing.

Danny stopped thinking about all of the wonderful stuff when he heard someone say, "Is he crying? How is that even possible? Why is he even crying?"

The tears stopped and Danny heard a gasp.

He heard footsteps moving closer to him, then the voice spoke. "Can you hear me kid?"

Danny didn't know how to respond; of course he didn't he couldn't move at all. Thinking hard, Danny thought about all of the things he could give this person a respond. He could try to move his head, his hand, his feet, his mouth, but he wasn't sure how he was going to move something.

The he remembered that he gave a squeeze to someone, he did it. He could do it again. Danny put all of his power he had with him and he felt his hand move up a bit. But it was enough attention, losing all of his power his hand landed with a soft plop. The person whispered, "So you really are there, you can hear me." After the person didn't get another respond, he said, "Oh, well I think I figured you have a hard time moving some of your body parts. I mean this is amazing, I bet you'll be out of here in no time."

Like that would happen, Danny thought bitterly.

Danny heard a creak and some more footsteps, the he heard the person join the conversation. "What are you doing in here?"

The person that just barely talked with Danny said, "Sir, the boy can hear every word we're saying."

"And how do you know that?" The person asked coolly.

"Because…uh… um… well I started talking because the kid was crying. So when I spoke, he stopped. Then I asked him something else and he moved his hand up." The guy explained, "Don't you think that he can hear us? I know he can."

The other voice hesitated, then said, "No, sometimes that can happen, it's like they can hear us but it's just a coincidence."

"But sir—"

"No things are like that."

Danny started to lose focus, he started to lose the voices. But he did hear:

"Start CPR on him! NOW!"

He heard the beeping noise going slower and slower. Then he couldn't hear anymore. But before that, he swore he heard a long beep. He couldn't hear anything, nothing; nothing was there for him to listen. He heard nothing.

But he felt a small shock, but nothing more.

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Okay, I'm not so sure if that is a cliffy or not. So I have no idea if I should be running away or staying here.

But, since I have time today… I'll answer your reviews for you. :)

Snape-rules44: That's okay, I'm good. But thanks anyways. :)

GhostDog401: Oh I enjoy having some fun with you.

Invader Johnny: Well… you'll see. *Grins*

ForeverHalfa: This is before PP. Thanks too!

DeliciousKrabKakes: Well I'm glad it got your attention. :) And here is another one… well yeah…

AnonymousSpeaker101: I like it when people are evil like that. So I'm totally okay with your evilness. ;)

Lolxxx: I'm sure Danny will come back, but… you never know…

Rhiannah: I'm glad you like this story, here was a chapter. Another one shall come out soon. If I'm lucky enough, one might come out tomorrow. :)

Phantom-Stelo: Haha, well I guess you'll find out if he lives or not. But right now, he's not doing so well isn't he?

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