A/N: Ok, sorry for the UBER long wait for this chapter, first of all I got writer's block and second when I wanted to post it the site went all wonky… I think it was cuz the computer I was using… and wouldn't let me. Please R&R hope you enjoy ^^.

Shawn slumped into one of the waiting room chairs with his elbows propped on his knees and his palms on his forehead. He knew he didn't have a moment to waste but there wasn't much he could do… no one could see or hear him so it was pointless trying to tell anyone.

"Hey there," Barbara skipped into the waiting room and sat down across from him. "Why the long face?" she asked leaning down to look up at him.

Shawn sat up and starred at her a moment, "I just figured out that someone is trying to kill me," he stated plainly. Barbara didn't show any sort of shock or fear for him. "I have no way of telling anyone and if I don't do something than I they'll finish me off."

Barbara's feet swung back and forth in the chair as she listened. She didn't show any form of concern, instead her face grew into a big grin, "I can help," she said proudly. Shawn was a little confused, how was a little girl going to be able to help him? Barbara hopped out of her chair, turned to it and kicked it clear across the room; she turned back around with an even wider grin than before. Shawn stood up out of shock and bewilderment.

"How did you do that?" he asked excitedly.

"Like this," she said and kicked the chair next to it the same way; the chair flew across the room and hit the wall. A nurse, having heard the noise, ran into the waiting room and stopped when she saw the chairs in chaos but no one around; she hesitantly picked them up and placed them back where they had been then swiftly left to another part of the hospital. Shawn was still in awe. Barbara looked at Shawn in a way that said "you try".

Shawn lifted his foot and kicked it at the nearest chair, his foot stopped on the chair as if he'd kicked a brick wall. Barbara laughed, Shawn blushed he was being outdone bye a little girl. He tried again, still nothing. "You're not putting enough emotion into it," Barbara said. "You have to concentrate, gather it all up into a ball and shoot it through your leg like a gun," she instructed.

Shawn took a deep breath and concentrated, he could feel his energy and emotion gathering; he lifted his leg and brought it down on the chair with full force… the chair scooted across the floor an inch. Barbara jumped up in a cheer; "You did it!" she danced.

Shawn was a little disappointed that it only moved an inch, he was also really tired, like he'd just run a hundred mile marathon. "Why do I feel like I just pulled a hippo out of a lake?" he asked her as he fell back into a chair.

"You built all your energy up and released it, it takes a lot out of you," Barbara explained. "The only reason I can do it and still feel fine is because I've had a while to practice."

Shawn took a breath and stood back up concentrating on his ghostly energy. He kicked the chair, it moved slightly further than last time, he smiled, "You need to stop and rest," Barbara grabbed his arm to make him sit as he started concentrating again.

"I need practice," he said closing his eyes that last attempt had made him feel slightly dizzy but he shook it off and started concentrating again.

"No Shawn, you need to rest," she urged. He kicked the chair again, it didn't move; he swayed slightly and fell on the ground. An alarm started going off, Shawn saw several nurses and doctors rushing down the hall, he saw Henry step into the hall with a scared look on his face and a doctor comforting him. "I told you to rest," Barbara said as Shawn passed out on the floor.

Henry:

Henry had returned to Shawn's room with a cup of hot coffee, he sat it on the bedside table and sat himself in the very uncomfortable seat next to the bed. He stretched out his legs and opened the paper of that day to read.

Several minutes passed and he had started to fall asleep, he was jerked awake by a beeping sound, he looked around to see what it was and realized it was the heart monitor; Shawn's heartbeat had gone up slightly, he stood and poked his head out the door to find a nurse but the halls were empty. He grabbed the remote on the bed and pressed the Red Cross which called for assistance.

A moment later a nurse walked through the door, "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, this thing just started beeping," Henry pointed at the monitor next to the bed. The nurse checked it, she looked a little worried. Suddenly the machine started beeping louder, his heartbeat had jumped up again, the nurse pressed a button on the wall and a small alarm started going off.

In only a few minutes several doctors and nurses rushed into the room, the original nurse escorted Henry to the hall and assured him they would do everything they could to slow his heartbeat. Henry was upset, he should be in there with his son holding his hand making sure he was ok.