Danny Phantom One Shots

A Field Trip to Remember pt 25

A/N Written by @TheCastorBean. I've been singing this song all day, so I thought I'd put it here

His eyes warily cracked open before slamming shut as sudden bright light flooded in. He forced them open again a moment later, some hazy thought telling him that the pain was only temporary and would go away the sooner he faced it. Awareness crept in as the icy ceiling came into view, followed by the steady beeping of a heart monitor. Danny groaned and shifted his head to the side, ignoring the throbbing ache that the movement brought, zeroing in on the blipping green line that continuously ran across a glowing blue screen.

'The medical ward' he thought vaguely, eyes trailing down to the IV in his arm, which was pumping a steady stream of green liquid into his veins. There was movement to his right and he took his time turning. A head of shiny black hair was there to greet him, buried in a pair of familiar arms. A gentle grin made its way onto his face when he realized that one of those arms was outstretched, petite hand clutching his. Danny gave it a gentle squeeze, hissing in pain as a bolt of fiery lightning shot up his forearm and sizzled at the shoulder.

Usually Sam wasn't a light sleeper but, be it from the stress of the past couple days or the amount of time she had been sleeping (Danny wasn't sure which), this time she shifted from the noise, groaning lightly as she lifted her head from the makeshift pillow. Tired violet met blue and she smiled in relief.

"Your awake," she whispered, shifting closer and taking his hand between both of hers. The halfa squeezed her hand again, more prepared for the resulting pain this time, before grinning widely, "He wasn't so tough."

Danny's voice sounded rough. His throat felt like it was on fire and he could almost feel Dan's fingers wrapped around his neck as he threatened him and everyone he loved. Not wanting to think about it the ghost teen shoved the dark thoughts away and focused on Sam's relieved face.

She raised a mocking eyebrow at his humor but couldn't quite wipe the smile from her face.

"Is everyone alright?"

"As far as I know, Tucker got them all to go back to sleep after you passed out," Sam replied. There was a subtle shift in her voice when she mentioned him passing out and Danny felt his gut churn uncomfortably as the implications of what she'd said sank in. "Did they…?"

His girlfriend worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a few moments before raising her eyes from where they'd been rested on their combined hands. The emotion reflected in her violet irises was enough but she supplied the verbal confirmation anyway. He whispered a curse and shut his eyes tightly, feeling her fingers begin to stroke his bandaged hand soothingly. Danny allowed himself a moment of quiet resignation before heaving a sigh and attempting to sit up.

"Danny what are you doing? You can't just-"

"I need to talk to them Sam," he replied, wincing as the stitches across his chest stretched.

Sam placed her hands on his shoulder blades to try and take some of the strain off while she rearranged the pillows, cursing lightly to herself when she realized that there weren't enough to prop him up on. "Tucker!" she shouted. There was a small crash on the other side of the curtains a moment before their friend stuck his head through the white drapes.

"Sam what-"

"Get me some pillows!" she almost growled, still trying to support Danny's weight.