Sick Day
Paranoia
To say Danny was on edge would be an understatement. He was completely paranoid. Since Vlad became mayor of Amitypark he hadn't had a wink of sleep, he kept expecting Vlad to … to … HE DIDN'T KNOW! And that was the problem; he didn't know what Vlad was planning or if he was planning anything. And that was what put Danny off. So much so that despite his friends' protests, he flew at high speeds to Vlad's mansion to do a little… reconnaissance work.
Where is Vlad?
Danny arrived at the mansion in record time. Now the problem was actually finding the billionaire. Vlad wasn't in his lab or his study/library, not in the kitchen. Danny was moments away from giving up and going home, but there was that nagging feeling that Vlad was somewhere … somewhere in this house. The only room left in the mansion that he had left unchecked was the bedroom. Though what Vlad would be doing in bed at 3 o'clock in the afternoon was beyond him.
Danny heaved a sigh. This was exhausting; perhaps he shouldn't have been so paranoid. That's what he thought until he stood directly outside the bedroom door. He sucked in a deep breath before he slowly grasped the handle and pulled it open. One quick glance inside confirmed that, yes Vlad was in his bed, and so obviously sick. His hair was pulled from his signature pony-tail, and he was shirtless. Breathes came out shallow and uneven only interrupted by the occasional cough. Tissues littered the bedside table, the bed, and overflowed from the wastebasket. Well one thing was for certain Vlad wasn't going to be causing any problems anytime soon.