Intro.

This feeling I have had for over a month now wasn't getting any better. I didn't know what it was, or how I got it. Tucker and Sam have been nagging me to go see a doctor for the past week, but I refuse. Luckily my parents have been so busy with their researching, that they don't even notice I'm not feeling well. Jazz has noticed, but said nothing. What was wrong with me? Stomach ache, headaches, throwing up, lightheadedness, and I was getting weaker by the day. Then there was also that other feeling I told you about before, but I don't know exactly what it is. It makes you nervous about everything, make you feel like as though nothing can go right. While at the same time, it can just feel like I have a weird feeling in my stomach.

Hey guys! Yet another new story, I know. But the summer is coming, so I should have a lot of time to work on them all… I hope. Not going on vacation for very long, so I will have plenty of time to write though. Tons of free time for me! Anyhow… I hope you will like my new story. I went camping over the weekend and though of it, lol. Anyhow… hope you will enjoy it!

Chapter One: A case of Bad News

"Danny, you Ok?" My best friend asked me, with her amethyst eyes examining me. I looked up at her, with my weary eyes, and I just shrugged. Of course I wasn't feeling good, but I couldn't tell her that. Her and Tucker were over at my house for the weekend, but as far as we all knew, it wasn't going to be the same.

"You must not be then. I really think you should just go to a doctor. They can find out what it is, and that is that, Besides, you need to get cured, because Summer break just started, and you don't wanna be sick all Summer, do you?" Sam asked me, trying to influence me towards going to the one place I hadn't been since I had gotten my ghost powers.

"Sam, what happens if they do a blood test? They will find out!"

"Who says? They might not do a blood test for this."

"If they don't find out what it is ahead of time, they will if they have to," I mumbled, and looked at her sourly.

"Don't get mad at me, I was just suggesting," she backed off. She went and sat across the room, but her eyes were still locked on me. Tucker didn't really care. He did think I needed to go to a doctor, but he could care less that I was sick, as long as it wasn't him. He was messing with his PDA in the corner of my room, where he felt as though no one would notice he was around.

"I know you were Sam. I'm just not going to see a doctor. It will pass, I'm sure."

"Danny, you have been saying that for a long time, and it seems as though you are getting worse. You look miserable," she attempted once again, but I refused to listen. I knew how bad I looked, but I didn't take any notice of it. My eyes weren't as bright as they used to be, they seemed to have dulled a little, which was the thing Sam could notice the most.

"I feel just fine, just a little bad. It isn't getting worse," I lied.

"If it isn't getting worse, then lets go out and do something," she challenged, since from the weakness, I could hardly stand up for an hour.

"Fine, let's go."

"Really?" She asked me surprised. She never thought I would have excepted to go anywhere.

"Yeah," I said getting up slowly. It was hard to even stand up, let alone go and do whatever she was wanting to do.

"Danny, I didn't mean it. We can stay here."

"No, let's go."

Tucker looked up at us fighting, and he got up as well.

"Sam, it might do him some good to get fresh air," Tucker suggested, finally deciding to speak up.

"All right, if you insist," she sighed, and she too stood up, "But if he feels bad at all, we are coming straight back."
"Yeah, fine," I agreed, and walked down the hallway, with them following me. I was slunched over, since I didn't want to stand up straight, would make me have even harder of a time, since I was used to being slunched over. We went outside, and it was nice outside. I took in the fresh air while I still could. Summer days were the best to be outside in my opinion, the warm breezes, hot sunshine, there wasn't anything to hate about them, except when you got to hot. But today luckily, it was one of the cooler summer days, enough to the point where I at least didn't need to wear shorts.

"Where are we going?" I asked Sam, since it was her idea to go do something.

"I don't know, I wasn't serious about us doing something," she admitted, and looked around to find ideas of things to do.

"Well, we're here now, so we're doing something," Tucker groaned, and he started to walk off towards the park, "How about we just go for a walk through the park?"

"Ok," Sam and I both said at the same time, and we looked at each other but didn't really think it was odd to say that at the same time, since in the past, we have said a lot of things at the same time. Now Sam and I followed Tucker, and by the time we got to the park, I was already starting to feel lightheaded, and a little dizzy. I kept walking though, because I wanted to try and prove to Sam I was just fine.

We went through the park, and the farther we got, the more I felt weaker, and the world seemed to be getting fuzzy. I know, I should have told them, but I didn't, I kept on going. I also had that weird feeling again, and it felt as though I was going to pass out any second… and I did.

My eyes slowly opened, and I found myself looking up at a ceiling that looked familiar. I sat up, and looked around, and saw the familiar surroundings of the hospital. They couldn't have… but they did. How could they have brought me here, after I said I didn't want to come. I wasn't mad though, I was more of upset about it. But in a way, thankful, because maybe they could help me. After all, I would have never been able to come here on my own, so in a way they helped me.

"Ah, he's awake! Are you Ok Hun?" I heard the familiar voice of my mom ask me. She was sitting in the room that whole time, but I never noticed, because she was sitting behind me, with my dad, Sam, Tucker and Jazz. I turned around to see them all sitting there, and Sam hid her face from me, and Tucker had his faced crammed in his PDA so he couldn't see my gaze.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"

"Sam and Tucker called to say you were here, because you hadn't been feeling well, and you had passed out. Why didn't you say something?"
"Because… I wasn't feeling that bad," I lied. She could tell I was lying too, but she didn't continue on further in her investigation. Sam finally got up to come see me though.

"Danny, I'm sorry, but Tucker and I knew this was the only way to get you here. I couldn't let you go on sick like that any longer, and I took you passing out as an advantage. I'm sorry…"

"It's Ok… who knows, maybe they can help," I said, thinking on the bright side of things. Sam smiled, happy that I wasn't mad at her, and she wrapped her arms around me to give me a quick hug, then she backed off when she saw the nurse coming walking in. The nurse gave us an odd look, but then she straightened back out to say something to us all.

"Ok, we ran a lot of tests, and we found nothing wrong with him. Although, we did notice he had peculiar blood, that we don't really know what it is. His blood isn't normal, that is for sure, so you might want to go somewhere else to get that checked out, but as far as that, we can't find anything wrong with him. There is something wrong with him though, but we don't know what. His breathing is slow, his eyes aren't functioning right, and everything in him seems to be going at a slower rate, but we have no idea what is wrong with him. I would say that maybe you need to get this checked out somewhere else as well."

"So you don't know what is wrong with him?" Sam asked again, and the nurse shook her head back and forth.

"Where can we take him?" Maddie asked the nurse, now worried of my health.

"Well, there is a facility in Wisconsin that might be able to help out with this."

"Wisconsin?" I asked eerily. Bad memories came from Wisconsin…

"Yes, there is a huge doctors facility, and the highest trained of doctors work there. If they don't know what is wrong with you, then you might be in serious trouble."

"Well, looks like that is where we are going," Maddie sighed, and she looked at me again, and my dull eyes looked back at her, and I was pleading through them not to go, but she didn't take any notice of it. We left the hospital, and Sam hoped in the car with us.

"Can Sam come with us to Wisconsin?" I asked as soon as we got in the car, and both Sam and I looked up at the front, begging for her to say yes.

"I suppose, as long as her mom approves."

"I can call," Sam said, pulling out her cell phone.

"All right, let her know that we are leaving tonight though, I can't let this sickness go on any farther. I don't want to take the chances of him getting more sick."

Sam called her mom up, and everything checked through fine, and that night we were leaving for Wisconsin…

That night, we met Sam back at her house and she had a bag stuffed full of stuff to stay for however long we might be staying. My mom said it could last one day, to 5 months, just depending on what was wrong with me, and what they needed to do, Jazz sat in the very back, while Sam and I sat in the middle, and my mom and dad in the front. I could tell this was gonna be a long ride. My mom said sometime the next day we would get there, since we were going to have to stop and sleep for a while. There was no way all of us were going to be crammed up in that dumb bed this time though.

Sam and I would normally be happy about going on a trip together, but this time it was for serious matters, and I was extremely tired. My eyes kept closing and it was hard to keep them opened, but I managed to. I didn't want to fall asleep, because I might miss something. Although, what was there to miss in the pitch-blackness in a car? Hey, who knows, the car might break down or something.

"You look tired, maybe you should lay down," Sam said, and I just realized she had been looking at me, and probably noticed I was trying to keep my eyes opened.

"No, I'm fine," I said, and turned my head to look out the window. My parents turned the radio on finally, but they were listening to some classic rock junk, that I hated to listen too.

"Can we listen to one of my CDs?" I asked them, since I didn't want to listen to that junk the whole way there.

"Sure, just hand me one," my mom said, although she knew I was going to pick music she didn't like, right now, she didn't care. Usually, Jazz and I would fight over who got to pick out a CD, but Jazz didn't really care at the moment, since after all, I was the sick one. Being sick did have its advantages at least. You got to feel like you were royal.

I handed up my mixed CD, which had my fav. Songs in it, and my mom stuck it in. The first song on it was Holiday by Greenday. I fell asleep during the middle of it though…

When I woke up, everyone was going to bed though, which I guess was a good thing, yet a bad thing, because I had gotten some of my energy back. Luckily though, I noticed Sam was just now waking up too from falling asleep, so at least she wouldn't be all that tired either.

"You fell asleep too?" I asked her, making sure I was right.

"Yeah, I did. A little after you though, why?"
"Just wondering."
"Bed time you two," I heard my mom say from the back, where the bed was located. Sam and I both sighed, and laid down on the back seat together. Amazingly. We both manage to get comfortable, and we didn't mind laying next to each other, since we had done it plenty of times before. Luckily my parents did make the seat into a futon type thing, so it did fold out, but it still wasn't as big as a bed would have been.

Although I thought for sure I would have never fallen asleep, before I knew it, the sun was shining in my eyes, and the car was moving. Sam was sitting up, but the bed was still folded out. I started to get up, but it seemed as though with each passing day, I got worse instead of better. When I sat up, I got light headed, and felt like I was going to puke. Every morning I always ended up throwing up, and then I wouldn't eat for the rest of the day.

"We are stopping to get breakfast in a few minutes!" My mom called out to the entire car after she had noticed I was up. I didn't feel like eating though, because as soon as I did, chances are it wouldn't stay down for very long.

"We are going to stop in and get some French toast, and some orange juice, we will be right back," my mom said, as she parked the car, and got out. I hoped out of the car too, and went into the restroom there. It smelt odd in there, like a funky smelling flower. A lot of bathrooms had this odd smell that I went into, and it usually came from the soap. I went into one of the stalls, and was ready to throw up, even though I didn't know what was left to throw up.

I did end up throwing up, which left that bad taste in my mouth. I hated to throw up, because all it did was made you feel worse, although I think I had to have lost at least ten pounds from throwing up in the past week, so I guess if you were on a diet it would help, but it wasn't helping me at all. I had a headache, and I felt dizzy again too, and I had to beat my mom back to the car before she noticed I left. I ran out there, and luckily, she wasn't there yet, but the running didn't make things any better. I leaned up against the side of the car for a second to rest, and then I opened the door, and hopped in.

"You Ok Danny?" I heard Jazz ask me, since she didn't go in with my mom and dad.

"No, I'm not Ok," I actually admitted for the first time in this whole time I had been sick, and Sam knew that there had to be something really wrong for me to have actually admitted it.

"We should be at the hospital in a few hours Danny, I'm sorry," Jazz said softly, and looked at me with her green/blue eyes, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"It's not your fault. I'll be fine," I told her, softening up myself. Although I hated having a nosy sister, I still loved her, and couldn't be to mean to her.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked me after that and I looked at her and shrugged, "Everything."

"Danny, it can't be that bad!" Sam teased, and I lightly laughed, "No, not everything. I just don't feel good at all."

"Yeah, I noticed," She ended the laughter with, and she saddened up from her happy state.

The car doors opened up, and my parents both stepped inside, to see us all facing each other talking.

"Is everything all right?" My mom asked, since it was odd for me to actually be wanting to talk to Jazz.

"Yeah, everything's fine," I lied, and when she was passing out breakfast, I just took one look at it and could feel myself throwing up again. Not that the food was bad looking or anything, but the fact that any food in my stomach had a high chance of coming right back out, and I didn't want to throw up anymore. As I looked around me though, no one was eating besides my parents. Sam noticed I wasn't, and she couldn't eat, and Jazz the same. I felt bad, but I couldn't eat. They weren't going to say anything to me though, because then that would catch my parent's attention, and we didn't need that right now.

I sat back in the seat, and watched out the window at the objects rushing past me. I could remember these familiar scenes from when we went to Vlad's reunion, and I was worried now. Could this hospital be close to his house? I was hoping not…