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"You sure you'll be okay?" asked a 21 year old Danny as he took the keys to the apartment. "Of course I'll be fine. It's just a few hours. Go have fun at Tucker's bachelor party" reassured his wife, Sam Fenton. Danny smiled as he kissed his wife and left. Sam smiled fondly, she loved how her husband cared so much about her but sometimes he could get too overprotective.

But Danny had his reasons to be worried. Sam had been acting strange the last week. She had no appetite and pale skin at times. And each time Danny asked her about it she would just say that she was fine.

And so far she was but the inevitable happened. She had gone out to get groceries since her husband wouldn't be home until 7, which were 3 hours from now. She was at the check-out when she started to feel dizzy. Not hearing the cashier ask her if she was fine, she started to sway before finally fainting as someone shouted out "call an ambulance!"

Danny was at the party, standing by Tucker chatting happily with him while catching up. Both laughing as they chatted. The sound of a phone ringing broke through the laughter. Tucker turned to talk to someone else as Danny answered his phone. Tucker's laughter echoed as Danny's smile became a frown. The techno geek turned back to his friend, still laughing, only to see him run out the door, transforming into phantom on the way.

Immediately his smile dropped and his face was filled with concern as the males around him continued to pat him on the back and laugh away.

The hospital was in panic, the wife of Danny Fenton was brought in on a stretcher as doctors shouted out orders to the nurses and other doctors. Papers flew everywhere, nurses scrambled to get the doctors what they needed; the heartbeat of their patient was unsteady.

Danny flew in through the door of the hospital, transforming as he ran to the counter and demanded to know where his wife was.

Her heartbeat was slowing, doctors panicked. They didn't know what was wrong with her, they could find nothing wrong. She was dying and there was nothing they could do.

They moved her into the ICU as her husband fazed through the door looking to the doctors for any form of comfort that his wife would be okay. They shook their heads sadly and left the couple some privacy.

Crying could be heard from the outside. Danny held the cold and pale hand of his dying wife, his dying love, as he cried.

Nothing could be done.