Hello! Welcome back to A Parent's Love For Their Child! Sorry it took me so long to get a new chapter out, but when I saw how many people were reviewing, I was surprised that so many people liked this story and was inspired to write a new chapter.
The seven grr- I'm glad you're enjoying the story!
Guest- I am going to be doing the episode Sick and Wired at some point (hopefully within the next few chapters). Thanks for the request!
I will be doing all requests at some point, but I watched this episode the other week, and this idea popped into my head, and I decided to go ahead and write it down.
These are the episodes I am planning to do soon:
Sick And Wired
License To Fly
Henry's Jelly
Ox Pox (I will actually be doing two chapters based on this episode)
Danger And Thunder
Hour Of Power
Tears Of A Jolly Beetle
You can still give suggestions for different episodes or ideas for one of the episodes listed above (if you have an idea for one of the episodes I listed, you can still suggest that idea because there will be times where I will do multiple chapters on the same episode).
Anyway, that was a long Author's note, so on with the story.
EPISODE: GREEN FINGERS
Disclaimer: I do not own Henry Danger or any of its characters in any way, shape, or form.
Also, in this chapter, the disease has much worse symptoms than it did in the show. In the show, it just looked like a really bad cold, but in this story, I made Henry have more symptoms, as well as some severe ones, to add more hurt/comfort and make the parent child relationship between Ray and Henry seem sweeter than it already is.
Henry Hart did not feel well.
He woke up that morning feeling achy and exhausted, and it took all of his effort just to get out of bed. Mucus was streaming out of his nose like a water fall, and he could feel his eyes getting puffier by the second as they watered, endlessly. His stomach rolled with nausea, but no matter how long he sat on the bathroom floor, nothing came up.
Finally, he struggled to his feet (nearly falling over due the sudden dizzy spell that snuck up on him) and opened the bathroom door, heading for the kitchen.
He ran into Piper on the stairs.
"Ew!" she yelped. "Do not get me sick! I need to go see Glowzella later!"
"Who's Glowzella?" Henry muttered as she continued up the stairs. "You know what: it doesn't matter."
"I'm off to play Dad Mitton!" his father said, cheerfully, as Henry entered the kitchen.
"What's Dad Minton?" Henry asked, his voice sounding nasally and gross.
"Badminton, but for dads," his father said, holding up a racquet.
Henry nodded. "Forget I asked."
"Henry, are you sick?" his mother asked.
Henry shrugged. "It's just a cold. I'll be fine after some orange juice."
His mother crossed the room and held a thermometer in front of his lips.
"Open," she muttered.
"Mom, I don't need-" Henry began, but when he opened his mouth to continue speaking, his mom shoved the thermometer into his mouth and waited for it to beep before taking the thermometer back out of his mouth.
"One hundred and one point eight," she read. "No work for you."
Henry sighed. "So you just want me to laze around and watch TV and play on my phone all day instead of running around at work, doing boring jobs and stuff?"
His mother nodded.
Henry shrugged, sipping from his glass of orange juice. "Okay. I need to go call my boss," he said as he headed for the door.
His parents stared at him, wondering where he was going.
"I usually make my calls… out on the porch," he said.
They continued to stare.
"Bye," Henry finished before walking outside and flipping the top part of his watch up, and a hologram of Ray popped up.
"Hey, Ray, I can't make it to work today," he said.
Ray frowned. "Why?"
"I'm sick-"
"Oh, so you're in the hospital?" Ray asked.
Henry shook his head. "Well, no, but-"
"Henry, I pay you good money and I expect you to be on time to work every day and to be present every single day, so-"
"All right, I'm coming!" Henry groaned, not wanting to listen to his coworker complain anymore.
Henry snapped the lid of his watch shut and started the short walk to work.
"Hey, Henry!" Charlotte greeted as he entered the Man Cave. "You do not look good."
"Thanks, Charlotte, you look amazing, too," Henry said, sarcastically.
"You know what I mean," she said.
"Well, in that case, I don't feel too good either," Henry muttered.
"One of the best things about being indestructible is I never get sick," Ray said, painting on a canvas while Jasper held the palette of paints.
"Lucky you," Henry mumbled. "Orange juice," he added, pressing his hand against the food supplier (I don't know what they call that thing, the place where they get food in the Man Cave).
He accepted the small bottle of orange juice the machine offered him, and he leaned back on the couch, sipping the juice.
"Hey, guys!" Shwoz said as he entered the Man Cave.
"Hey," Charlotte returned.
"Don't care," Ray said, absently.
"Hey, Shwoz," Henry said, waving.
Shwoz cried out, making all of them turn towards him; his eyes were fixed on Henry's hand, and Henry saw that his pinky finger was a disgusting green color.
"What?" Ray asked.
"Nothing," Shwoz said, slowly. "I will be right back."
He disappeared into the next room before returning a moment later with a gas mask over his face.
"Henry, by any chance, did you go into my lab yesterday?" Shwoz asked as he gestured for Henry to stand up.
Henry frowned. "Yeah. You wanted me to clean your beakers."
"Oh," Shwoz said, looking mildly alarmed, as he gently pushed Henry under the tube and brought the tube down, trapping Henry inside.
"Hey!" Henry yelled. "Why did you just trap me in the tube?"
"Yeah," Ray said, walking over to Shwoz. "Why did you just trap him in the tube?"
"You know how I wanted to find a cure for some horrible disease?" Shwoz asked.
A chorus of yeses rang throughout the room.
"Well, the only way I could do that was by creating my own horrible disease."
"What?" the boys demanded.
"Shwoz!" Charlotte yelled.
"And Henry has this disease?" Ray asked.
Shwoz nodded. "Green fingers are one of the symptoms of my disease, and… well, look at his pinky fingers," Shwoz said as Henry held up his hands to display his green pinkies.
"How do you cure me?" Henry asked.
Shwoz shrugged. "Uh, I haven't figured out a cure yet."
"What?" Ray and Henry demanded.
"I haven't figured out a cure. The disease is very contagious and very dangerous, so we need to find a place to quarantine Henry," Shwoz said.
"Is he going to be okay?" Charlotte asked.
Shwoz swallowed. "Until we find the cure, he's only going to get worse, and when all of his fingers are green…" he trailed off.
"Henry's going to die?" Charlotte shouted.
"What's going on?" Jasper asked as he walked out of the elevator.
"Henry's going to die!" Charlotte repeated.
"What?" Jasper asked.
"He's not going to die!" Ray shouted. "I want all of you to get to work on finding a cure. Do it quickly and do it here so we can have the cure as soon as possible. I will take Henry to the spare room and care for him there."
"Ray," Shwoz said, "my disease is so powerful, there is a chance that it could spread to an indestructible person. You could get sick."
"Well, then, you best start working on that cure so you can have enough for two," Ray said. "Start working."
Jasper lifted the tube, freeing Henry, and Ray lunged forward as Henry was hit with another dizzy spell and tumbled forward, falling into Ray's arms.
"Here are a list of symptoms," Shwoz said, handing Ray a piece of paper. "Dizziness is one of them. If he has any symptoms that are not on the list, tell me."
Ray nodded before the superhero carried his side kick down the hall and into the spare room, where he laid a sleeping or unconscious Henry on the bed.
Ray sighed as he leaned against the wall, staring at Henry.
As Charlotte said earlier, Henry did not look good. His face was pale and flushed, and he was shivering in his sleep. Ray could feel the heat radiating off of the teenage boy, and he was sweating up a storm. His breathing was uneven and loud as it exited his mouth, and he looked like the sick kids you see in the hospital, which didn't help Ray's worry.
Ray wasn't sure whether to regret making Henry come to work when he was obviously so sick or be glad he made Henry come to work. If Henry hadn't come to work, Shwoz wouldn't have recognized the disease and started working on a cure. If Henry had stayed home, by the time Shwoz discovered that Henry had gotten sick with his disease, it might've been too late. But Ray still felt guilty about forcing his side kick to come to work when he was clearly too sick to do so.
"Ray," Henry mumbled. "'M cold."
Ray pulled the blanket over Henry and smiled down at the boy he saw as the son he'd never had.
"Better?" Ray asked.
Henry nodded. "Thanks."
Ray nodded. "You're welcome, kiddo," he said, but Henry was already asleep.
An hour passed. An hour full of worry and concern and fear before Henry sat up so quickly, he nearly fell off of the bed.
"Woah, kid!" Ray exclaimed, grabbing Henry just in time. "What's wrong?"
Henry groaned and held his stomach, and that's when Ray noticed the green tinge to Henry's face.
"Oh!" Ray said before grabbing the waste basket and holding it under Henry's chin while soothingly rubbing Henry's back as the blonde boy heaved.
"Shh," Ray murmured. "I'm here. It's okay."
"Everything hurts," Henry moaned.
"I know," Ray said, "but you'll feel better real soon. Do you think you're going to throw up anymore?"
Henry shook his head.
"Okay, lay back down, Kid," Ray said, helping Henry to lay down on the bed while placing the waste basket on the floor beside the bed. "I'll be right back."
Ray walked out of the room and wandered into the main part of the Man Cave, where he found Shwoz hooking Jasper up to some medieval torture device.
"You make one kid sick, and you torture the other?" Ray asked. "What's next? Are you going to lock Charlotte in the dungeon?"
"You have a dungeon?" Charlotte asked.
Ray shook his hand in a kind-of-maybe-sort-of gesture. "Not really a dungeon, per se. More like a collection of cells below the storage unit."
"So a dungeon?" Charlotte said.
"Yes, but less dark and more dusty," Ray said. "Anyway, what's going on with Jasper?"
"He is going to be part of our cure," Shwoz explained. "Something in Jasper's blood makes him totally immune to the disease, so his blood might have the right components to fight off the virus, and with the right ingredients added, it could cure Henry and anyone else who gets the disease."
"How long will it take?" Ray asked.
"An hour, maybe a little more," Shwoz said. "How many of Henry's fingers are green?"
"Last time I checked, it was just starting to spread onto his middle finger," Ray answered.
"Then, we'll need to hurry," Shwoz said. "Ray, watch Henry. He will start getting worse very soon, so you need to watch him carefully until we have the cure done."
Ray nodded. "Got it."
As Shwoz had said, Henry did indeed get worse.
Ray was sitting in his chair, watching Henry sleep, when Henry scrunched up his face in discomfort, and his shivering increased.
Ray reached forward and pressed a hand against Henry's forehead, wincing at how burning it truly was.
Ray grabbed a thermometer off of the nightstand (he'd taken it from the bathroom to check Henry's temperature every now and then. It had been fluctuating all day, getting worse before cooling down before getting worse again and repeating the cycle) and inserted it into Henry's mouth.
It beeped, and Ray's eyes widened as he stared at the number on the tiny screen.
105.2
That was seizure territory, hospital territory… people had even died from such high fevers, usually because 105.2 was only a few degrees away from the maximum for a core temperature.
Ray whipped the blankets off of Henry and carried the boy into the bathroom, running the water as he sat Henry on the floor.
Ray stood and ran for the bathroom door.
"Ray!" Henry cried, but as much as his cry broke Ray's heart, Ray didn't stop as he bolted into the main part of the Man Cave, where Jasper was groaning as Shwoz drew blood from his body.
"The cure is almost ready," Shwoz said.
"Hurry!" Ray ordered as he smacked a hand on the food machine. "Ice. As much as possible."
The machine dropped four bags of ice onto the shelf, and Ray grabbed it.
"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked.
"Fever. Really bad fever," Ray said, not even turning around as he sprinted down the hallway and into the bathroom.
"Ray!" Henry whined. "It's cold and hot… and… and…" Henry trailed off.
"Henry, stay awake!" Ray commanded as he poured all four bags of ice into the already freezing water.
Ray braced himself as he took off Henry's pants and shirt, doing his best to avert his eyes, before gently lowering Henry into the water. Ray flinched as Henry sobbed, the cold temperature overwhelming his delirious brain.
"We have to get the fever down, okay?" Ray murmured. "I'm here. It's okay."
"Daddy…" Henry murmured, delirious.
Ray frowned. Henry knew who he was (he'd called him by his name more than once), so why was he calling him Daddy?
Despite Henry's condition, Ray couldn't help but smile.
Henry calmed down as he adjusted to the temperature, and Ray felt Henry's body temperature lower little by little. Finally, he placed the thermometer back into Henry's mouth.
103.0
"Not good, but better," Ray mumbled before picking Henry up and drying him off. Henry managed to put his own clothes on, but he didn't look fit to stay awake, much less stand, so Ray picked him up and carried him into the main part of the Man Cave.
"Is the cure done?" Ray asked.
Shwoz nodded, handing him a vial of purplish goo, which Ray proceeded to dribble into Henry's mouth.
"He'll start shaking, so don't freak out when-"
Shwoz was interrupted by Henry's yelp as he started convulsing, and Ray caught Henry as he rolled off of the couch, holding Henry in his arms as the boy trembled and shook, trying to keep his head from smacking against the ground.
It didn't take long before Henry went still, and he coughed as he opened his eyes, the green color slowly draining out of his fingers.
"Henry," Ray whispered. "Kid?"
"I'm okay…" Henry muttered. "Tired, though."
Ray nodded. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Ray hugged Henry, taking the boy by surprise, before Henry hugged back.
"He doesn't care when I get hit in the head three times in one day, but he hugs Henry when he gets sick," Charlotte grumbled.
Ray smiled. "Everyone, bring it in!"
"All of us?" Jasper asked.
"All of you, even you, Shwoz! Get in here!"
And they all hugged.
And Ray finally understood. These guys were more than just his coworkers. He knew he thought of Henry like the child he never had, but he never realized how much he saw Charlotte, Shwoz, and even Jasper as family, and maybe they saw him as their father (in Henry's case) or their big brother or their wild, hilarious uncle or something, but either way they saw each other as family.
Ray ruffled Henry's hair, and he smiled down at his side kick. He hadn't loved someone so deeply or wanted to protect someone so much in his entire life (except for his own mother and father). I guess it's true what they say.
A parent's love for their child (because Henry saw Ray as a father and Ray saw a Henry as a son; when you look at it like that, DNA doesn't matter) is one of the strongest things in this world.
Well, what'd you think of chapter 3? I love feedback (but keep it kind or constructive criticism because any flames will be ignored and reported if necessary), so please tell me what you thought in the form of a review or a PM!
This is my longest chapter so far in terms of a total word count. The actual chapter is 2, 503 words, which is longer than the other two chapters I've written, and including the authors note, this chapter has a total word count of 3000 words.
Thanks for reading, and I will see you all next time (which I'm hoping will be very soon)! Goodbye, everyone!
