Hi everyone! Please give this story a try, and if it is good I'll keep adding chapters to it. If you like this part, I already have the real chapter 1 ready to put up. Thanks!
"There is no cure." A lean older man clad in white said softly "I am truly sorry, but there is nothing else we can do." Both parents in front of the doctor stood dead still "Your son will never speak again."
The woman, Maddie Fenton, put her small hands up to her face in an attempt to muffle the sobs that echoed throughout the hospital halls. Her kind husband Jack Fenton held his weeping wife close, his once energetic demeanor long gone.
They had no reason to question the doctor. There whole lives had been spent studying ghosts and nothing else, however less than three months ago that adrenaline of discovery had been replaced with constant worry for their youngest child. Now, after so much anxious waiting, their fears were finally being confirmed.
Unknown to Jack and Maddie, Daniel Fenton clearly heard his parents cries through the paper thin double doors. He grasped the bland white sheets placed over his body and immediately felt sick as his heart sank. Danny wanted to curse, scream, and yell at whatever god had made this happen.
Except he could not. Never would be capable of such ever again. Instead he closed his eyes tightly and let the silent tears cascade down his pale face.