Sam's POV

"This may be hard to hear.." Doctor Johnson started, much to the Fenton's and my own dismay. "Then make it quick...please." Mrs. Fenton said.

"...well, Daniel's body is alive, but it appears that he is brain dead." Johnson said sadly. Mrs. Fenton gasped and shook her head. "No, that isn't possible!" Mr. Fenton argued.

I just sat there in shock. They fought with the doctor as I walked down the corridor to the room where Danny was in, hooked up to all kinds of machines. I sighed and sat down in the chair I hadn't left in the week that he had been there. Tucker hadn't been by in awhile.

The tests had come back that Danny was gone. He had closed his eyes and he hadn't woken up. I felt my eyes burn but I couldn't cry.

There is no way he is gone. We had been dating two days before he died.

That seemed like the wrong word, because he didn't look dead. He looked like he was sleeping. His hair fell over his eye and his chest rose and fell peacefully. Danny had sacrificed himself for all of us, and all of the depressed teenagers in the world, and he looked the same.

He was pale, but he had always been pale. The short-sleeved hospital gown showed the pale white scars on his arms, much to my discomfort. I didn't want to remember the pain that he had went through in his final moments.

"Samantha?" A nurse's timid voice came from the door. "Yeah?" My voice cracked, because I hadn't spoken in three days. "...The Fenton's have decided to pull the plug." She whispered, as if Danny could hear her. My heart stopped.

The breathing would be gone. The peacefulness would leave and be filled with the image of him in the ground. I nodded, a lone tear falling off of my face. I wrapped my arms around my abdomen and sighed, getting up from the chair, kissing his forehead one last time, and standing towards the back with Mrs. Fenton, who was sobbing.

"I don't wanna say goodbye." She sniffed. I nodded, looking down at the floor. The nurse started unhooking machines, taking away his breathing tube.

I thought that as soon as he couldn't breathe on his own, the monitor would flatline.

But it didn't. The steady beeps kept on. My eyes widened as the nurse shuffled around, seeing if she had missed any machinery. His chest continued to rise and fall as he breathed on his own.

"That's not possible…if he's brain dead he shouldn't be able to breathe on his own…" The nurse's shocked voice rang through my ears. My heart started beating rapidly. "So he isn't dead?" I asked, timidly.

"No...he's not. I'll be right back." The nurse said happily, rushing out of the room I assume to get the doctor. Mrs. Fenton rushed to her son's side in relief, petting his hair and kissing his cheeks. "You keep fighting Danny." She whispered. I sat back down in the chair, my arms never leaving my stomach.

Mrs. Fenton looked to me in sympathy. "So…? How are you feeling?" She asked. I shrugged. "Okay, considering." I swallowed. She nodded.

"Your birthday is in a couple days, correct?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah. The big 18. I can vote! I can move out!" I said, fake enthusiasm in my tone. "Hell, I could move into the hospital if I wanted too...considering." I said, and for the first time, I wanted my mom. I wanted her to hold me and tell her everything.

But she and my dad are living in France for a couple years for business. They left me all alone. Now I don't even have Danny to keep me company.

"...Well, I can't tell you what's going to happen, or if Danny is going to pull through, but if you want, you could come stay with us." Mrs. Fenton offered.

"I don't want to be any trouble." I whispered. "You can't be alone all summer. Tucker is going to camp and your parents aren't home. Come stay with us." She pleaded.

I paused, but nodded, a small smile on my face. "Yeah...that would actually be great." I said. Mrs. Fenton sighed in relief. "Plus, now you are practically family...considering." She motioned towards me.

"I don't know for sure yet. It's just a hunch. I could just be sick or something." I said awkwardly. "Well, whatever happens, I'll be here." Mrs. Fenton said. I smiled.

"Thank you. So much."

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Danny's POV

It's really dark right now. Really really dark.

I felt pretty okay. More okay than I've felt since the accident. But it was really dark.

"Clockwork?" I yelled out.

"What's up?" He said suddenly, his form coming into my mind, a smirk on his face. "What's going on?" I demanded.

"Well, right now, the doctors are telling your parents and Sam that you are brain dead. When that is actually not true." Clockwork explained.

"My parents think I'm dead?" I shrieked. "For now. When they try to take you off of life support, your body will breathe on it's own." Clockwork said. I sighed in relief.

"Okay, when do I wake up?" I asked. He smiled. "Soon. Maybe another week while your body heals itself emotionally." Clockwork said. I nodded.

"A week. What can I do in a week?" I asked. Clockwork shrugged. "Organize your brain, make sure that all of your memories are there, make sure the memories that aren't yours stay out." He said. I nodded, already shuffling through my memories.

"I just want to let you know, when Sam tells you something, you can't freak out. I know you will remember that, so don't freak out." He pointed, then disappeared. I stared at the spot he once occupied but shrugged.

I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

My hearing didn't work and neither did my eyes, so the time that I was trapped in my mind, I was alone. I didn't know how Sam was or how my parents were. I didn't even know what time it was.

I knew that I was about to wake up when my head started to ache. "Jesus Christ." I moaned, trying to rub my temples, but my arms felt weighed down. The darkness started to go away, a dull red in it's place.

My eyelids fluttered open to a hospital room, the monitor beeping steadily next to me. I suppressed a groan when I saw it was around three a.m. I sat up in bed, hitting the button for the nurse and waiting patiently. The nurse came in, a wide smile on her face.

"Mr. Fenton! It is good that you're awake!" She said excitedly. I shrugged, my body aching.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, kind of sadly. "We sent them home. The girl was asleep and your father carried her home. She hasn't left your side." She smiled reassuringly. I nodded, smiling in relief.

"I'm okay...right?" I asked.

"Other than major blood loss that was fixed when you got here, you should be good. Do you want to walk around? Get something to eat? You can roll around the IV." She said, preparing to help me stand. My muscles hurt, but not as bad as the last time I woke up in an hospital bed. I stood up, grabbing ahold of the IV stand next to me.

"Good, good. Muscles all seem to be working, and you seem to have all of your memories." The nurse, Jacklyn, commented. I nodded. "So you guys thought I was brain-dead?" I asked casually. She gaped but nodded. "...How?"

"Just a lucky guess...and I may have been told that." I smirked. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Are you feeling alright? Any nausea?" She asked. I shook my head. I felt great aside from the stiff muscles.

"...When will I get to see my family?" I asked. We were walking towards the patient cafeteria, a good thing since my stomach was growling. "In the morning. We will contact them to tell them you are awake...or do you want it to be a surprise? You weren't supposed to wake up this early." She smirked.

I grinned, nodding. "It'll be a good surprise...right? They won't be offended?" I asked. She laughed. "Usually not. We've done this with many patients who wake up early. They get really happy when they see that you've opened your eyes." She explained. I nodded, grateful to be doing something nice for my loved ones.

I looked down to my arms, which weren't covered, and blushed sheepishly. "Anyway I could get a long sleeved something? I don't really like…" I trailed off when she nodded. "I could ask your parents to bring you some warmer clothes for when you wake up." She offered. "That would be great."

We walked around the hospital a bit before the doctor pulled me back into my room to check on my vitals and make sure everything was normal. "You are a healthy, happy teenager it seems. That's great news." He smiled warmly. "I'm going to go home for a nice rest. You should get some sleep too. We'll wake you up bright and early for breakfast." He winked. I nodded, and laid down, shutting my eyes.

…

"Mr. Fenton, breakfast!" A voice chimed into my brain. I groaned, my body feeling cold and groggy, but sat up anyway.

Nurse Jacklyn was holding up a tray of eggs, sausage, and toast. I wrinkled my nose at the toast. "I don't like toast." I grumped. She rolled her eyes, pulling the slices of bread of the plate and setting it down on my patient table.

"There you go, good thing I may have brought you a donut from the outside. Figured you may need it. We got some test results back from the check up last night. You have a minor concussion and some small fractures on the ribs and legs. We are surprised you didn't feel that when you were walking around." She frowned. I shrugged.

"I've walked around school with a broken ankle before, so it's no big." I shrugged, picking at the eggs that seemed to be a neon yellow. Hardly edible. Jacklyn held out the donut, jelly filled, and smiled. "I'm not supposed to do that, but you are teenager. You deserve real food for all that you've done for this town." She nodded, handing me the pastry and leaving the room.

I smiled at her retreating frame, before digging into the donut. It was just the right amount of yas.

I finished the donut and flipped through the TV channels, landing on a morning news show.

"Good Morning, and I am Jane Michealson. It has been two weeks since the brave Danny Fenton sacrificed himself to get rid of the ghost that had been taunting him for two years, Depression. Daniel Fenton had collapsed outside of the town hall that fateful, much to the panic of girlfriend Samantha Manson and surrounding townsfolk. Depression has not been seen since, but neither has our savior.

Doctors have not released any information on Fenton's condition, but it is certain that it will be a battle for him to wake up.

Now to Al for the weather."

I blinked up at the monitor and smirked. "Not much of a battle, was it?" I screamed at it, much to the surprise of the doctor who had walked in. "Well...uhm." I cleared my throat, turning off the TV and smiling sheepishly to the Doctor who just laughed. "Nice to see you all peppy in the morning. Anyways, your family is on their way. We told them to bring you warm clothes, mostly long sleeves and sweatpants, and your sister is with them. This should be a great day." Doctor Johnson said, closing the door to my room with a slight click.

I took a deep breath. This was nothing to be worried about. This was my family, not reporters or newcasters. I was going to be fine.

The voices of my family wafted to me from the hallway and I buried myself in the covers, hoping to look asleep. The room door opened and the light flicked back on, my mother's voice coming to my ears.

"Any change in his condition?" She asked. Doctor Johnsons face was collected when I peeked, before shutting my eyes again.

"Somewhat. There has been some movement here and there, explaining the position he's in at the moment." He said. I was currently in the fetal position.

"Don't forget the sleep talking. I've been doing a lot of that." I said, my voice slightly muffled. Jacklyn scoffed but retained her composure.

"Ah yes, sleep talking. A lot of that." He laughed. "Don't forget walking." I said, shifting my legs so I could pounce on the closest family member. I am light weight, so they should be fine.

"Yep. Maybe we should tie him back into that bed, Jacklyn."

"Doctor what's going on?"

"There is one more thing you should know." Jacklyn said, her voice serious and quiet. My family members paused in fear as she waited. Their backs were to me now, looking at the small girl in front of him.

"...The most drastic change in his condition, is…"

I pounced on my dads back.

"I LIVEEEEE!" I screeched. My family screamed in relief and took me into their arms, sinking to the floor. "Oh my god! We thought that you had somehow died!" My dad said, my mom and Jazz agreeing. "But I was talking?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever." My mom said, kissing my forehead.

"Sam's coming." Tucker said, pausing when he saw me blink at him.

"Oh." He laughed, hugging me tightly. "I'm glad you are back bro. Sam is walking slowly so, you should go get her and tell her the good news!" Tucker smirked. I looked to my mom, who nodded. "She's been the one who has been the most diligent in making sure she's by your side, apart from me." Mom winked.

"She thinks you are dead, according to the doctor. We alerted them of a change in your condition this morning." Jacklyn said. I blinked at them, blushing awkwardly before taking off down the hallway. "WALK." Jacklyn's voice evaded my ears as I rushed to find Sam, who was standing at the end of the corridor, looking down at her shoes.

I walked up to her until I was right in front of her. She gasped when she saw my feet, looking up at me.

"What's up, Buttercup?" I smirked, winking. She grinned and leapt into my arms, smashing my lips to hers. I smiled into the kiss, the kiss itself becoming a giggling, smiling mess.

"I'm so glad you are awake." She whispered, resting her forehead on mine.

"Daniel, you should be more careful!" Jacklyn said from behind me, holding up a plastic bag. "Put on your warm clothes. The items you mentioned are in there." She paused, looking to make sure I understood. I nodded and followed her back into my room. "You wanna help me put these on?" I asked to Sam suggestively, who giggled into the palm of her hand.

"Not in the hospital Mr. Fenton." Jacklyn said over her shoulder. I blushed but kept my smirk, laughing the whole time.

"Alright, now we need to talk a little bit. Now that you are awake, that doesn't mean you get to leave right away."

"What?" I whined, the doctors making me sit back down. Sam chuckled but didn't take her hand out of mine.

"Danny, you were in a coma for two weeks." Jacklyn deadpanned. "You need to continue to get some medicine and make sure you don't die in your sleep because of the concussion. You slept through most of it, so it won't be long, three days tops." Doctor Johnson said.

I pouted but nodded, the doctors leaving me in the room with my family, Sam, and Tucker. We talked a little bit. School had ended and Lancer had given me A's on my finals since I was not there to take them. I sighed in relief. "So I'm all set to graduate?" I asked. They nodded.

"Good." I said. I watched as they all made plans for the summer, including me. Tucker wouldn't be leaving for Tech Camp until July, thank god, and said he would bring in his laptop to play doom.

My eyes started to get heavy as I laid back on the bed, letting them discuss things. I nodded from time to time, but eventually fell asleep.

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Sam's POV

I noticed Danny getting tired around the time Tucker told him he would bring his laptop to play Doom. I watched him as he fell asleep, his grip on my hand going slack as his body relaxed. I smiled fondly at him.

"We are probably going to go ride roller coasters sometime! What do you think about that, Danny?" Jazz said, but smiled warmly when she noticed he was asleep. "Aw, thats cute." She winked at our hands.

"Shut up." I grumbled, blushing slightly. "That's our cue to get dinner. Do you want us to grab something for you Sam?" Mrs. Fenton asked.

"Salad? No chicken, extra onions, extra croutons. Probably should grab a burger or something for him." I said. "And Mrs. Fenton? Thanks." I thanked. She smiled. "Anytime."

Tucker made a crude hand gesture at me, before being pulled out the door with Jazz, which promptly shut after they had left.

"Okay, you should cuddle with me." Danny's tired voice startled me. I rolled my eyes. "Don't think that is allowed." I said, squeezing his hand.

"Don't care. Just don't pull out my IV and you are golden." He said, pulling me closer. I sighed but complied, climbing into the hospital bed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He sighed, laying his chin on the top of my head.

"Don't do that again." I said, lifting my head and kissing his lips softly. He hummed and nodded. "I'll never leave you again. I swear." He said, but his eyes knew that he could very well be put in the hospital again.

And considering that….

I'm not thinking about that yet.

I don't even know for sure.