A/N: Hello, readers! I'm back with a new chapter!( finally) Did you guys miss me? I missed me. Ok, so I would've updated this sooner, but I didn't have access to my laptop. Also, my sister and I have been sort of binge-watching Gravity Falls (awesome show btw, I highly recommend it if you like cartoons) and Phineas and Ferb (also a great show) and then school started like three days ago -_- I have this really creepy old guy as a history teacher, and he's really weird. He gave us a quiz on the second day, and I have a test tomorrow on chapter 16 of the textbook already! He's ridiculous I swear. He dyes his hair black so he looks like frickin' Snape except with shorter hair and he cracks really bad jokes. Anyway, I'm really sorry if you reviewed and I didn't reply, I think I did some of you but I got lazy. Also: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS! I GOT LIKE 24 OF THEM IN ONE CHAPTER! 24! IN ONE CHAPTER! ASDFJKLLKADFKJGAD. But seriously, I love you guys so much! It literally made my day(s) when I read all of them! I didn't think this story would get so much attention! I love you guys (I said that already didn't I XD 3 3 3) Before this A/N gets longer than the actual chapter, HERE WE GO!

Disclaimer: I almost forgot, I do not own Danny Phantom, I just love it a lot.

The shrill ring of my cell phone rouses me from sleep. I sit up groggily in my bed and let it ring, once, then twice. I pick it up on the third ring. The caller id tells me it's Danny, and I answer it worriedly. He was supposed to be over here hours ago. When he didn't show up immediately, I just assumed it was ghost troubles, but now? I don't know. I tried texting him about a hundred times, and when he didn't answer, I tried calling. Needless to say it didn't work. His phone probably died. Or at least, I tell myself that. I can only hope it wasn't him that died, instead. Damn it, Sam, don't think like that! He wouldn't just die without calling first, would he?

"Danny! I've been trying to get a hold of you all night! Are you ok? What happened?" I ask immediately. I'm met with dead silence on the other line. Not what I want to hear.

"Danny? You're starting to scare me. Just answer already." Oh god. Why Isn't he answering? I can't help but assume the worst, even though the logical side of me is telling me not to panic. I hear him swallow.

"Um, hey M- I mean Sam. Uh, how's it going?" What surprises me the most was that the voice wasn't Danny's. Then, I do a double take.

"Dash? What the hell? Where's Danny? And why are you using his phone?" I bombard the blond jock with questions. Questions, I might add, that I want answers to. Right. Now.

"Um, yeah about that… Look, there's not a lot of time. Can you just come over to Kwan's house? Wait, Kwan says he's running out of cloth bandages. Could you get us some of those? Oh and bring Fo- Tucker, he should know about this too." Ok now I'm really confused. Not only did he not answer my questions, but he left me with more.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Cloth bandages? What happened? And why do you have Danny's phone?" I better get answers Baxter. That last sentence goes unsaid, but I hope it shows through in my tone.

"Look, this has to do with Fen- Danny too, ok? Just get over here, I'll explain everything to you and Tucker. And bring cloth bandages. And- Aw sh-" The line goes dead, and what ever he was about to say remains a mystery. His effort to use out first names rather than our last names doesn't go unnoticed. And what could this possibly have to do with Danny?

"Be there in 15." I say to no one in particular. Now to call Tucker. I dial his number without even needing to look. I know it practically by heart. He lets it ring a few times, same as I did when Dash called, and then he picks up.

"Hello?" he says groggily. "What is it, Sam?"

"Tuck, meet me at the 24 hour store at the corner of Park and Maple, ok? It's Important."

"Important how? It's like 3:42 in the morning." He ends the word 'morning' in a yawn.

"It's Danny important, Tuck. Just be there." Apparently, Danny is now a gauge to how important something is. He seems to perk up at the mention of his best friends name, because he suddenly answers me in a voice that doesn't make it sound like he's about to fall asleep.

"Is he ok?"

"I don't know. Just be there in five minutes." I hang up without waiting for a reply. Now, to get dressed. It takes me about 30 seconds to get out of my pajamas and into my regular clothes, and I can assure you that I don't look my best. I don't even bother with the rat's nest that is my hair. Not that it matters at 3:43 A.M. It's probably best to use the secret rope ladder hanging out my window (for ghost emergencies, and sneaking out only, which I guess this qualifies as both.) so as not to wake my parents. I grab some cash, then open the window slowly and climb down, being extra careful not to make any noise. Don't want the neighbors seeing me either. Fast-walking down the empty, street-lit sidewalks, I make my way to the 24 hour store, which is only about 3- 3 and a half minutes from my house. I don't see Tuck yet, but that's ok. It'll give me a few minutes to get the stuff Dash asked for without him worrying, or asking his annoying questions that I refuse to answer. The store is small, and I find what I'm looking for fairly quickly. The gauze bandage rolls come in a three pack, so I grab it, along with a roll of white medical tape, and a bottle of peroxide, just in case. The young man at the counter, about 19 or 20, gave me a look, but it immediately melted back into his usual grumpy expression when I slapped a 20 down on the counter. He put my stuff in a plastic bag and handed me my change and a receipt, which I stuffed in my pocket. All that's left to do now is wait for Tucker. I walk outside the door, and just as I'm about to lean against the wall, I see him running up to the store, hastily dressed, and glasses crooked. He slows to a walk when he sees me, and makes his way over.

"Hey. I came... running all the way... here as soon as you... Mentioned Danny." He says, in between pants.

"You? Running? Woah I never thought that would happen." He glares at me, but I can tell he doesn't mean it. "Anyway," I start, "we have to go to Kwan's."

"Why? What... Happened to... Danny?" I can tell he wants to ask me more questions, but his breath doesn't allow it.

"I don't exactly know. Dash hung up before he could give me any details." I begin walking, and Tucker follows me.

"Dash called you? How did he even get your number?" He asks, finally having caught his breath.

"He had Danny's phone. And don't ask me why because I have no idea." I add, because I can see him open his mouth to do it. He puts up his hands in surrender and says,

"Ok, ok. I wasn't gonna say anything." But we both know he was lying. As we walk on, I can feel myself starting to get angry. Not at Tucker. At Dash. What did he do to Danny that he could possibly need gauze for? He better run for his life if he beat Danny up. I know he's always threatening to at school, but the worst he's actually done is shove him in his locker and trip him in the halls. If he hurt my Danny, I swear... Wait my Danny? Where did that come from? Oh well, I have other things to worry about, like killing Dash, for example. It crosses my mind that maybe he stole Danny's phone without his knowledge and is now pranking both me and Tucker. I doubt it though. If that was the case, Danny probably would've shown up, and I would've gotten a joke response. To the texts at least. They (meaning Dash and Kwan. We're going to his house, after all) definitely wouldn't have been able to replicate his voice if they tried, but that's beside the point. The point is, that if Dash and Kwan did anything to him, they're both going down.

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It takes us about 10 minutes to get there. Amity Park is a small town, so getting to other people's houses in over 15 minutes is very unlikely, unless that person lives in a place that's particularly hard to reach. Even then, distance isn't really the problem. It's usually if the house is uphill, or something like that. Anyway, when Tucker and I reach the big wooden door, I raise my fist and knock, rather loudly. I realize that it might be considered rude, but I don't care right now, and I probably won't until I'm positive that Danny's ok, and both Dash and Kwan are dead on the floor. Ok, I probably wouldn't actually allow myself to kill them, but that won't stop me from seriously injuring them. When they don't come to the door immediately, I try to peer through the glass, but all I can see is a warped version of the interior, because the patterned crystal blocks my view. I can hear a dog barking though, one of those really small ones, which is strange, because I didn't think Kwan had a dog. Someone is running at the door, presumably to let me in. The sound of the unlocking of a deadbolt, and the door opens a bit, wide enough for a head topped with a blond crop of hair to peek through.

"Oh," Dash begins, "It's just you guys. Phew." His eyes meet mine, and he cowers back a few steps. I smirk, knowing he's scared of me, despite him not actually telling anyone. "Hold on just a sec." The door clicks shut, a chain slides into place, and it opens again, this time wide enough to let people through. Tucker and I both go in. I'm shocked. Not because the house is oh-so-fancy. Even if that was the case, I'm used to it by now. The house is actually pretty average, not the nicest of houses, but not the worst, either. The reason I'm shocked is because Danny is no where in sight. I glare at Dash as he stands sheepishly to one side. The dog sniffs at Tucker's feet, tries to jump on him, and then runs over to me to do the same. I ignore it, in favor of glaring at Dash. Tucker tries to order the stupid dog away by pushing it with his foot.

"What did you do to him?" I growl at Dash.

"Do to who?" He starts backing away from me, and I step toward him.

"What did you do to Danny?" I ask again, trying to get it through his thick head that I'm not in the mood to play games- that I'm actually worried about my friend.

"I didn't do anything! I swear! It wasn't me! I promise you I don't know who it was but- AHHH!" He yelps, very girlishly, in my opinion, as I step toward him again, apparently threateningly. Tucker grab's my shoulders to hold me back. I don't appreciate the gesture.

"Sam, maybe you should listen to what he has to say."

"Tucker, if he hurt Danny… I swear he's never gonna hear the end of it!"

"Look Sam, he says he didn't! Maybe you should just let him talk! This is going to get us nowhere! You're just wasting time that we could be using to help Danny!" I huff. Damn him. He always knows exactly what to say to get me to lay off.

"Huh. I never thought I'd say this, but thanks, Foley." I growl again.

"Ok, ok. I'll take you to him. Me and Kwan'll explain what happened." He walks in front of both me and Tucker, and leads the way down a narrow hallway, that's just wide enough for the three of us to walk single file. Well, I guess we could walk shoulder to shoulder, at least Tucker and I could, but it would be a bit of a squeeze. Tucker walks directly behind him, with me in tow. As we walk, I look at my feet, so I almost bump into the two of them as they stop. Dash fiddles with a brass door knob, and after a few seconds, the door opens into a fluorescent-lit room. I assume its the bathroom, because honestly, why else would it be down a hallway? My suspicions are confirmed, that yes, it is a bathroom, as soon as I step inside. It's not a small one, either. There's easily room for all five of us in here. Dash walks over to Kwan, and the two of them crowd around one thing: Danny. He doesn't look so bad at first glance, but once I get a better view, I nearly scream. I stop myself by putting my hand over my mouth, but an involuntary gasp still escapes my lips. He's lying on the floor, with part of his torso covered in white blood soaked cloth bandages, and the rest with blood soaked towels. His shirt is in the sink, also soaked with blood. I can't see the actual wound, because it's covered with cloth, but I can see all the blood, and when there's that much of it, it can never be good.

"What happened?" Tucker asks. Dash looks at Kwan.

"Did you get the stuff I asked you to get?" Dash says. I toss him the bag, and he catches it, then opens it, and takes out the three-pack of cloth bandages. He rips the plastic off with his teeth, and hands a roll to Kwan, who somehow seemed to know what he's doing. That didn't make me feel any better, though. I guess that happens when someone you care about is in the hands of someone you barely know.

"Maybe Tuck and I should… you know…" I gesture to Danny. We probably have more experience wrapping injuries. I mean, with all the ghost fighting, we do it more often than I care to admit.

"Maybe that's a good idea." Kwan says, speaking for the first time since Tucker and I got here. He doesn't look all that comfortable with what he's doing, even if he knows how to do it. We make our way over to him, and kneel in front of our long-time best friend, getting to work immediately. There's some blood already seeping through the bandages that are already there, but instead of taking them off, I just layer more on top.

"So, what happened, exactly?" Tuck repeats, the firmness of his voice suggesting the undertones of a threat. He doesn't get any closer to me, only watches me wrap, which I'm grateful for. He'd only get in the way if he tried to when I don't need it. Kwan clears his throat, and the two jocks share a look. Dash nods, as if to say 'you start'.

"Well, uh, we were walking, and uh, the dog just started barking at something, and uh, I stepped in something, and, well, uh, we walked into this alley, see, and we found what the dog was barking at, and uh, well, it was him." he points at Danny. "So then, we uh, took him here, and then, uh, Dash called you, and then you two came here and, uh, yeah. That happened." By the time Kwan finishes explaining I'm about half way done. As I lift the towels off of him, I wince. It looks like someone had dragged dragged a knife through him. I know he's gotten a lot of wounds like this, with his ghost fighting and all, but this is even worse than usual. Not only that, but his left ankle looks broken, and his right shoulder isn't looking too hot, either. The shoulder probably isn't broken. It looks dislocated. I should probably pop it back into place (hey, I've done it enough times, I'm an expert at it by now.) but I should finish wrapping this first, so he doesn't bleed to death. The shoulder should heal completely in a couple of days, the ankle in about two weeks. The wound on his side would probably scab over by tomorrow (or is it already tomorrow?) and fade into a scar by the end of the week. His bruises are already starting to fade, probably be gone by the time the sun comes up in a couple of hours. His ghost powers allow him to heal quickly, which is lucky for him, but I'm afraid Dash and Kwan will see and start asking questions. Hopefully they'll be too dumb to notice, but stupidity only goes so far. Or maybe they'll start ignoring him again. All three of us actually. That would be good. I finish wrapping the wound, and put a hand on the end of it to hold it down.

"Tape." I say. It comes out as more of a demand than a question, but Tucker hands me the roll, having already opened the package. I rip off a few long pieces with my teeth and secure the gauze. Now I move to go wrap up his ankle. Gauze probably- no definitely wouldn't be a doctor's first choice in wrapping a broken ankle, but it's all we have, and with Danny's accelerated healing, it's all we'll need. As long as someone holds his foot straight -I vote Tucker- while I wrap it, it should be fine.

It doesn't take long to do. At one point, Danny flinched so hard he actually made me flinch, because he accidentally kicked me in the knee. Tucker snorted, trying and failing to hold in his laughter. I glare at him, more out of habit than anger (although it still annoys me a little). He stops immediately, and I finish wrapping.

"Should we wait 'till he wakes up to do his shoulder?" Tucker asks, now fully confident that Danny is going to live. Dash and Kwan share another look, presumably because they had no idea that there was anything wrong with his shoulder in the first place, or at least that's my (educated) guess. I suppose it's not so obvious if you don't know what to look for, which I do, considering Tucker and I have been the one's giving him medical attention for about a year now.

"Nah, lets just do it now, so he doesn't you know, scream or something and wake up half the town." I say, knowing that if he was awake, he probably would. Tucker nods, and we both try to lift him into a sitting position. It would be better if he was standing, but this way is a lot easier, since at the moment, he is unable to support his own weight. In a few moments, we have him positioned in a way so he's leaning against me for support. I put one hand on his left shoulder to hold him steady, and my other one under his right arm, just under the dislocation. Tucker grabs his elbow in one hand, and his wrist in the other, lifting the arm at a 90 degree angle to the rest of his body.

"On three?" Tucker asks.

"On three." I confirm.

"One...two…three!" In one swift motion, Tucker lifts the arm above Danny's head. A slight popping sound can be heard, the joint sliding back into the socket. Good. I can see Dash and Kwan out of the corner of my eye, identical grimaces on each of their faces. Also good. Well, not good. More like, I don't know, satisfying? Just because I don't think the two of them could possibly inflict this much damage- well, I suppose they could, but Kwan never seemed like the violent type. I'm sure he wouldn't let Dash stab him- doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I hear a groan and realize that Danny is still leaning against me. I carefully set him back down on the ground, making sure not to jostle his injuries too much.

"Oww…"

A/N: I'm down here now! I know, I know, it's sort of another cliffhanger, but then I was like, what the hell? It gives me a reason to update, and I promise that no matter how long it takes, I will not give up on this story. Speaking of updating, I'll try my best to update at least every two or so weeks, but don't hold me to that. So yeah, review? I'll love you forever if you do :) even you guest: yeah that's right I got my eyes on you (jk) Btw, I want to get an iPad so I can write more often, and possibly update faster, and my mom was fine with it but my dad said no because I'm kinda shy and don't really like talking to people, and that I have to earn it. I have two problems with that: 1) how would he even know I'm making an effort to talk to people, and 2) He was being a huge asshole when he was saying it, and like saying how easy it is to just say hello an have a conversation with someone you barely know, but when your really shy like me its actually not so easy. He was like basically making fun of me for being shy and unpopular like my whole life and it's really not so easy to change just like that and it actually sort of made me cry a little because I'm also just really insecure about it too, and he's just saying these things like its no big deal, and I'm sorry I'm sort of ranting but I just had to get that off my chest. Anyway thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting this story! until next time friends...