1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

hey, guys this is my second story. feel free to tell me what you think about it. i'll try to update at least once a month.

disclaimer: i don't own danny phantom

"samantha dear, you alright?" my mother called from the front seat of the car. i scowled at her.

"no mother, i am not ok! my best friends dying and there's nothing i can do about it!"

"samantha, i know your upset, but i'm sure he'll pull through."

i didn't say anything, only turned my head away to look out the window. i wanted more then for danny to be ok, to get better, some part of me just knew he wouldn't. danny's been staying at the hospital for a year and a half now and i heard the doctors saying they still have no idea what's wrong with him. how could danny get better if they didn't know what was wrong? you can't fix a problem if you don't know the problem!

the car stopped pulling me from my thoughts; we had made it to the hospital. swinging the door open i jumped out, ignoring my mothers demands to go back and wait for her and ran in the building. once inside i followed the familiar path to danny's room on the 13th floor room 666.

upon reaching the door i stopped and took a deep

eath before entering. like usual danny's parents were there as well as his sister, jazz. mr. fenton and jazz on the couch while mrs. fenton sat in the chair they had long ago pulled up next to the bed. danny, of course, lay on the bed, covered in blankets except for the hand mrs. fenton held on to. he looked so weak with the

eathing thing running under his nose, iv sticking out of his arm, and various other cords and stuff i didn't know the use of hanging all around his body. add the fact that he looked all skin and bone, he really did look like he was on his deathbed. the first time i seen him like this i remember

eaking down into tears at the door. that was a couple months ago, he hadn't looked that bad until then.

"sam!" jazz whisper yelled getting up to hug me. "he's sleeping right now, but he should be up soon."

i nodded "ok, how's he doing? any better?"

she gave me a weak smile, which is her way of saying no but she doesn't want to say it out loud. i nodded in understanding and walked over to him. mrs. fenton smiled at me which i returned.

danny looked so peaceful in his sleep, like he wasn't in pain. standing on me tiptoes i gave him a kiss on the forehead. and just like that danny woke up like this was secretly snow white.

"sam?" he mumbled sleepily, hand moving to rub sleep out of his eyes.

"i'm here, danny." i grabbed his hand holding it in mine. after a moment of silence i asked, "how is it you always seem to know when i'm here?"

"let's just call it best friend instincts." he smirked

"how're you feeling?" mrs. fenton asked worriedly.

"i'm fine, mom, really. i feel fine." all of us saw through his lies. danny was in constant pain, that was a fact known among us. nonetheless no one said anything about it.

"do you need anything, danny-boy?" mr. fenton asked

danny seemed to think about it for a minute, "i'm a little hungry actually. could you guys go down and get me some food?" that surprised us all; danny had lost his appetite ever since he got sick. he never asked for food, we always had to make him eat.

as expected all the fenton, minus danny, jumped up to get him some food. they'd probably

ing back the whole kitchen.

watching the fentons run out the room i giggled "and then there were two."

danny smiled "i knew that would get them to leave."

"you aren't really hungry are you?"

he shrugged "i am a little."

"i can tell when your lying."