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The Accident: Chapter Two

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"Danny?!" Cried out a female's voice. I grumbled, wincing. Why is her voice so loud? "Danny!!?!" I felt a hand touch my chest. "Oh. My. God. Tucker! He isn't breathing!!" Funny, I feel totally fine. I thought to myself, shivering agaisnt the cold tiled floor. Another hand touches me and I grumble even more.

"Sam.....I-I-I-I think...he's fine." A frightened male voice sounded. I immediantly recongized that it's Tucker's. So, wait...other...that's Sam's? She sounds so worried and frighten that I didn't even recognized that it was her voice...

"NO, He's Not Fine At All, TUCKER!!!" Sam screamed like bloody murder. I flinched-again. Why is Sam's voice so loud and painful? Jeez, all I wanna do is sleep right now; what's wrong with that? ..... Okay, so what if I wanted to sleep on the cold floor? It's my house! I rubbed my throbbing head with one of my hands.

"He just moved Sam. H-h-he's fine."

"And since when does a teenage boy who has white hair is deemed fine?!" She shouted at Tucker. My face scrunches up painfully as I try to process Sam's words, shivering slightly.

White....hair...teenage...

White hair...instead of black hair...

Something clicked in my mind and I snap open my eyes. My vision was still a little blurry as I tried to see my surroundings. Bathroom. I thought to myself. I need to go to the bathroom, where the mirror is. As I moved my body's muscles shrilled in pain; I ignored it. The dizziness threatened to pull me under the surface, but I fought against it. I need to move...I need to see myself... Determination pulsed through my body, allowing me to move a little easier. As I stood up on my wobbling feet; two tall objects stand in my way...I think it's Sam and Tucker...

"Danny?!" Sam cried out. She approached me and tried to hold me; but couldn't touch me for some odd reason, making her and Tucker gasp. I was shivering like crazy and my entire form was tingling. "Danny...you're-" But I sluggishly passed her, trying to find my way to the bathroom. White hair... Her words repeated in my head like a mantra. I could hear them coming up to me to stop me; and every time they tried to grab me, they let go for some odd reason. I was almost to the basement's bathroom when a wave of nausia hit me like a truck. I groaned as I leaned against the sink, about to look into the mirror.

"Danny!" Tucker cried out this time. "Don't!" Too late I thought flipped the switch to see into the mirror.

My heart stilled.

For one thing, the suit's colors had switched. The white is where the black once was and vice visa. I also realized that I was pulsing a...white engery from around my body? Whatever it was, it was making me look very spooky. My skin was slightly tanner (probably from being shocked). Sam was right though, my hair IS white. Not even one strand of my raven black hair was visible; even after I combed through my hair with my fingers. But my eyes widen in horror as they rested onto themselves. Instead of the sky blue eyes that I have, they were lime green.....and they were GLOWING. I stared at my now white gloved hands and back into my reflection.

This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

I grabbed my hair and screamed, wincing slightly at the little echo that came with my new voice. Sam and Tucker rushed at me and tried to comfort me; but it wasn't working. I screamed loudly, shuddering as the coldness leaked from inside of me. Panic settled in nice and cozy. Waves of dizziness and exhaustion crashed over me. I didn't stop screaming until I heard a barrage of footsteps coming from the livingroom. Sam and Tucker were looking at me funny once I had stopped.

"Danny?" My mother cried out. I choked.

"No, no, no, nonononononononono!" I began to say hoarsely, totally freaking out. Panicly, I fled from the bathroom, stumbling from the increasing waves of dizziness.

"Danny!" Both Sam and Tucker shouted out at the same time.

"Danny? What's wrong, son?" My Dad called out as his heavy footsteps began to descend on the stairs into the lab along with his mother's light ones. Now, I was really REALLY freaking out.

"Oh, no! They can't see me like this!!!" I shouted to no one in particular. Tucker and Sam were trying to do their best, but what could they do? What Could They Do!?! Dizziness and exhaustion was dragging me under, and I began to fall. They tried to catch me as I fell, but they still couldn't for some odd reason. I slammed onto the chilly tiles, darkness spreading into my vision. "They...can't..." I mumbled before I couldn't see anything... No. No. No. Don't look at me!!! Mom and Dad's shadows were over my body...

Nnnoooooooo!

 

"Nooo!" I cried out as I shot straight up into sitting postition. I was dazed and confused about where I was. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, blinking repeating while I tried to make sense of where I was.

White. White walls, a huge window that overlooked Amity Park, a TV, a couple of leather arm chairs, a door and a doorway. I think I'm in some kind of patient's room in a hospital...but why am I in the hospital? And how did I get here? I glanced down at my body; which was in a blue patient's robe with some white bandages showing undernearth. I was lying on top of a bed...a soft bed with railing on each side to prevent me from rolling off the bed. I tried to move when a line tugged from my arm.

Wait... The line tugged from the inside of my arm. I slowly moved my head towards the line and froze. There, a line was buried and taped onto my arm that led to a bag of fluid on a pole. My heart began to pound from the inside of my chest. Beeping sounds caught my attention, and I stared at the heart rate thingie that measured my heart rate. Judging by how fast it's moving, I think my heart beat is racing. Some more machines were hooked up to me but they didn't make any sense to me. I tried to move again, but the line still tugged on my arm. Annoyed and freaking out at the same time, I grabbed the line with my other hand and began to franically try to tear it off. They must've buried it deep into my skin, for pain was bursting as I moved the line out of my arm. I whimpered as I did this; wishing that it could be taken out without any pain.

A tingling feeling spread inside of my left arm. I stopped at what I was doing and realized that the line was out of my arm. Relief flowed from my body only to be replaced with fright as a couple of nurses came trooping in the room. Their eyes immediantly locked onto me as if I was in a crosshairs in a sniper scope. The two nurses rushed at me.

"He took out his IV!" The older of the nurses stated, inspecting the line that I had just taken out. Another nurse-the younger one-grabbed my left arm, looking at my wound; confusion crossed her face.

"Say," She began, looking at me. "how did you out your IV out with so little blood loss?" I stared at the nurse, not sure what to tell her... "Hey!" She called out to the other nurse. "I need help to put this back in into his arm!" What?! I just gone that thing out and you're gonna put it back in?!!

"Please." I pleaded with the nurse. "I-I don't want that in me..." It just felt too weird to move with that line moving along with you. The nurse shook her head as she and the other nurse inside my room prepared to insert the IV line back into my veins.

"I'm sorry, but doctor's orders." She said as she grabbed my arm. The other nurse was preping the line. Panic fluttered in my stomach; and I became determined to not have that thing back into my arm.

"Don't!" I shouted, yanking my arm away from the two nurses. They grunted.

"Listen Danny." Said the older nurse-the one with the IV line. "We can do this the easy way or the hard." She grabbed my arm and began to feed the line back into my arm. I screamed and flopped about. The younger nurse tried to hold me down, but she couldn't. She glanced up at the older one-who understood. "Hey!" The older one called out, her voice rang painfully in my ears. "We need some muscle to hold down this kid!"

Oh no you don't. I thought as I freed myself and tried to make a break for it, except that I tripped and fell onto the white floor. Five nurses dragged me back into my bed as I tried to fight them off.

"We should call the cops to make this kid behave." One of the nurses said as they placed me back into the bed. I struggled against their strength from sheer numbers; and for some bizarre reason, I was winning. "Or we can tie his arms and legs to the bed." What?!!!

"You wouldn't." I said, glaring at the nurse who had just threaten to tie me down. She looked taken aback, but then replied.

"I would. We can legally do that if you're going to cause us trouble and can pontentially hurt us." She glared back. Me and that nurse had a whole glaring contest as the rest put my IV back into my left arm. I hissed once they were done; letting my annoyance show on my face. The nurses ignored it and left me in my room; although they scanned my room every time they past by.

Then, a set of happy cheers rang out, vibrating painfully in my eardrums. I quickly covered my ears with my hands. Who the heck is so cheerful? It took me a moment to recongize the voices as they entered my room.

"Danny!!" My family members cried out. Happiness bloomed as my dorky family came to my bedside. Tears were welling up in my eyes as Mom gave me one of her bear-hugs; causing me to yelp in pain.

"My Baby Boy!" She cried out of relief. Heat spread across my face when I heard the nurses out of my room giggled. Dad also gave me a huge bear-hug and Jazz just smiled at me, leaning on the railing. A woman with a long white coat strolled in my room along with one of the nurses that held me down just mere moments ago. It was the nurse that had glared at me. The other woman glanced up from her tablet and looked upon our little reunion; surprise on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said in a calm mature voice. Then she glanced at me and smiled. "I see that you're finally up, young man." I like her; I can tell that she's nice. She looked back up at my parents. "Do you mind if we run some tests on him now since he's awake?" Tests? What kind of tests? Anything, anything but math, please. I begged in my mind.

"Please do, Dr. Brucker." My mother said. The doctor lady nodded, gave her tablet to the nurse, and told me to stand up. I obeyed her, a question popping up into my mind.

"Hey," I began, grabbing her attention. "can you order this thing off of me?" I asked, pointing to the drip line. She smiled instead.

"Not yet." She told me, still smiling. "Maybe once we get these test results, then I might deem you fit enough to not have it." My raven haired head bobbed up and down ferriously; ready to ace these tests of hers. She made me do a bunch of exercises that you would see on WiiFit-yoga, strengths, arobitics, and balance. For some strange reason, I past all of them with flying colors-as in, I suddenly became more atheltic. I pondered about this new developement whe she told me to sit on the bed to test out my reflexes by hitting a spot around my knee to cause it to jerk. As she did this, she filled me in of what had happened since the accident.

My parents found me on the floor outside of the portal, slightly smoking. (Apparently I was normal or else I wouldn't be here at all.) Dad drove all of us to the hospital to treat me with third degree burns and electric shock. I've been past out for the last three days on morphine-which basically kills the pain.

"Can rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest and 1 being the lowest?" Dr. Brucker asked me. I paused and thought about it.

"A three." I answered her. If it was right after the accident, I would've told her a twenty. She nodded her head as she took my temperature. Once the thermoameter beeped she glanced at it with confusion on her face.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" My mom asked her. Dr. Brucker shook her head and made me redo it. It beeped again, and once again her face was in confusion; but this time, she told the nurse to type in my temp.

"79 degrees." She whispered. The nurse looked at the doctor in confusion-which somehow made me worried.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"You heard me. I said 79 degrees."

"Is your thermometer not working?" The nurse asked the doctor as she typed in the information; throwing glances at me as she did this. Her glances wasn't full of hatred, but rather fear and concern.

"It's working." The doctor muttered, her face slightly pale. I gulped, knowing that this is something very serious.

"Is there something wrong with Danny's temperature being 79 degrees?" Mom asked the doctor. The doctor paused, quickly glancing at me before her gaze met my family.

"Yes." She said it like a whisper. Everyone had to lean forward to listen while I just continued to sit on the edge of the bed. "According to many researches on body temperature..." She let out a long sigh before she finished. "Apparently...your son is supposed to be...

"Dead."

okay here's chapter two of this odd little story of mine
please comment...pretty pretty please? (even if it's a happy face)

and yes, i know i know. i need to get those requests done....and my homework....*sighs*

EDIT: the reason why i chose Danny's core temperature to be 79 degrees (ice powers or not) is because you're basically dead if that happens ^^ oh, and please do not try this at home!
Dr. Brucker is a real person believe it or not! she's just not a doctor lol
ah, and sorry for the cruddy spelling and grammar, i was just being too lazy to do that

D: says the one who spent about ten minutes trying to find out the coldest body temp is before a person dies.
M: it's all for you, you little punk.
D: i'm not a punk.
M: uh...yes you are. :D

*you may question my sanity beginning now*

Chapter Three is here [link]


Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman
This little Fanfiction here (c) DB-KT
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You, my friend, are a TALENTED writer. :D