When Danny woke up the next morning he felt a pain in his stomach; hunger. He looked around saw Sam and Jazz asleep. It looked like Tucker had fallen asleep just minutes before Danny woke up, and he didn't want to disturb him.
He turned intangible and phased through the bed, along with the floor and softly hit the kitchen floor. Jack and Maddie weren't awake yet, so no one saw him. He got a bowl of cereal and ate it (rather slowly, but he ate it). He didn't want to go upstairs again, so he went into the lab.
There was nothing new. In fact it looked as if his parents had hardly done anything these last few days. He went back upstairs. He was bored so he decided on a quick walk to the park and pack, "Maybe they won't wake up till I get back," he said to himself.
His weak legs didn't want to carry him, but he made them. He would do anything to get out of his bedroom.
He made it to a park bench and he collapsed into it. No many people were there at this time in the morning. There were a few early birds walking and that stuff morning people do. Other than that, it was really quiet.
As he sat there, he thought about his trance. How on earth was he gonna get to Plasmias, fight him, and rescue a girl from him? He tried to think of a way, but every one came to a dead end.
He was so intent on his thought that he didn't notice the person that walked up in front of him.
"Hey Fentina! Fancy meeting you here before school," Dash smirked.
Danny froze and slowly looked up at the tall jock in front of him.
"Yeah, and I should be going now," Danny laughed nervously, "Bye!" Danny tried to run off, but his legs didn't want to move. He began to panic, sweat ran down his face.
"Oh no you don't," Dash picked him up by the collar, "You weren't at school long enough for you're daily beating. So I guess we'd better do it now!" He slammed Danny down of the park bench, which caused the pain in his to rise to its highest.
Danny's back was to the seat, he was facing upward. He wanted to yell at Dash, but he couldn't. Dash pushed his foot against his chest, so he couldn't escape. And he knew it hurt him too.
Dash said something, but Danny couldn't hear. His world was blacking again; he couldn't breathe. He kept telling himself he couldn't black out and it helped some.
As Dash's foot seemed to ease up just a tad, Danny managed enough strength to plead.
"Dash stop!"
Dash's grin widened and his foot pressed harder.
"Dash!" Danny couldn't hold on much longer. His voice was a hoarse whisper, "Please."
Some in this caused Dash to let go. Whether it was his facial expression, his tone of voice, is yet to be known, but Dash had let go.
Danny didn't have the strength to sit up. He felt his eyelids get heavy and, although he didn't want to, he blacked out.
"Oh my gosh, did I do that?" Dash panicked, "I might be arrested!"
Dash picked up Danny's limp body and carried him to an alleyway. Here he started slapping Danny's face to get him to wake up. When that didn't work, he decided the best thing to do was bring him to his house. His mom and Dad worked night hours and weren't home until a little later that morning.
He let himself into the Baxter household and laid Danny on a couch in the living room. He got a wet cloth and put it on Danny's forehead. He tried putting water on Danny's face to wake him up, but nothing worked!
"Wake up Fenton!" Dash screamed into Danny's face. He didn't move. Dash knew this was a hopeless cause. He sat in a chair and crying, "Oh I'm going to go to jail!" he wailed.
Danny stirred a tiny bit. He slowly his eyes, but his body was piercing with pain, mostly in his chest. His breathing was shuddered and heavy. He could hear someone cry, so he turned his head slightly to see who it was.
"Dash?" his voice was weak and quiet.
Dash looked up, "Fenton? You're not dead! I'm not gonna be put in jail!" Dash cheered.
Danny wasn't amused, "Wow you must really hate me if you wanted to kill me," his face turned from confused to an evil glare.
Dash looked at him confused, "I didn't think you'd pass out with that, you're wimpier than I thought."
Danny sighed. He decided to tell Dash the same story he told his parents, and a little extra about the poison. He wasn't going to be marked in Dash's book as even wimpier than he already was.
Dash stared at him unbelievably, "No way. That couldn't have happened."
Danny's expression stayed serious.
"It's impossible Fenton! It didn't happen!" Dash was sure of himself.
All this time the pain in Danny's body, the pain the poison caused, had gathered and was trying to break free. He tried to hold it in, he kept pushing it back, but it always returned. He didn't want to yell out in front of Dash, but it's not like he could embarrass himself more than he already had. Suddenly, it seemed like the pain exploded, it shot through his body and he screamed in pain. It was worse than ever. It felt like it was melting his insides and ripping him apart.
Dash jumped back in surprise. He stared at Danny. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't even like Danny, yet he felt he had to help him.
Danny was clinging to the couch, sweat ran down his face. The pain was unbearable, and he didn't even want to open his eyes to see Dash laughing at him or something. He felt someone pick him up. Danny opened his eyes out of curiosity; he opened them enough just to see Dash's worried face.
Dash carried him into the guest bedroom and laid him on the bed. Danny's screaming eventually subsided, until it was just shuddered breathing.
"My mom and Dad are gonna be home soon. My mom's a nurse, maybe she can help you," Dash concluded.
Danny smiled, "I doubt it,' he closed his eyes.