Hi again. Give a big hug and thanks to Workparty for helping me with my grammar and writing!

Btw readers, If some of you didn't know. Danny and Phantom are not the same person in this story, therefore they also don't look exactly the same. When Phantom was human he had black hair and normal green eyes. Just to make it clear for you.

(This flashback will probably be 2 rushed chapters.)

8 months ago

Phantom's POV:

I understood that I was sick, but dying? That was the last thing I expected when I entered the hospital. I had a bad headache and dizziness, but that wasn't why I contacted the doctor. It was the fact that I started to puke blood, making my mother scream her lungs out when she found me on the white tile floor in the bathroom. Clearly, I had fainted from the sight of my own blood.

The doctor told me that my body was shutting down. So I guess that was my stomach saying, "Hey, you know, you should see a doctor".

Anyways, I thought that this was something that had happened before and of course, there should be a cure out there. But no, I wasn't that lucky. Apparently, the doctors had never seen anything like this. They said that it looked like cancer and that there was no cure currently.

First, I didn't take it seriously, but when I woke up one day, sitting up in the bed and trying to read the clock, I realized I couldn't make out the numbers. I started to freak out.

I contacted my doctor and the only thing they could do was give me glasses.

I wanted to cry all day, but what was the point?

I quit school. Why spend more time learning things when I wouldn't even live 'til my graduation day?

My parents started to buy me stuff I always wanted. I got a new phone, a PlayStation, and more cool stuff. Of course, it made me happy, but at the same time, it made me sad. I knew why they did that; they wanted my last months to be the best.

I tried my best to be happy around my family because I didn't want them to be sad. I loved my family, even my annoying little sister, Dani. My mom and dad were different around me; Dani was the same, as if nothing had happened.

One day I was on the couch, wrestling with Dani. I heard my mom calling from the kitchen, asking me to be careful. I didn't listen and continued to wrestle with Dani.

"Catch me if you can!" she yelled after she had pushed me away and started running to the kitchen.

I laughed and started to crawl off the couch to take a step, but fell to the floor. I didn't think about it so I stood up. But when I did. I noticed how shaky my legs were. I tried to take a step forward and I did, but it felt so unstable, like I would fall anytime. Freaking Bambi on ice. I shook my head and took step after step to the kitchen. I was only halfway when I fell to the floor with a thud.

"Mom?" I called, with a shaky voice. In seconds my mom saw me on the floor and ran to me, sitting in front of me. My father and sister came soon after.

And that was how my walking ability was also getting worse, I got crutches to help me move around. My mom wanted to get me a wheelchair, but I insisted that I only needed crutches.

Now here I'm sitting on the couch and watching T.V.

I wasn't allowed to wrestle or play with Dani anymore. "You need to take it easy from now on," my parents had told me.

Only 2 months had passed and now I had an IV drip attached to the top of my left hand, leading to a plastic bag on a metal pole, clear liquid dripping into my veins. Apparently, my body couldn't draw nutrition from the food anymore... They had told me that I had 6 months left to live, but now they weren't sure anymore. I had electrodes stuck to my chest under my black shirt, with cables leading to a small machine below the IV bag. On the machine, there was a small screen where I could see my heart rate. That way if my heart stopped, it would alert the doctors immediately.

I don't understand why this was happening to me. I should have a long life. Years, not months. I can't just leave my family and I don't want to put them through this pain, knowing a family member was dying.

I wanted to be strong in front of them, but it's kinda hard when you look and feel so weak.

Currently, my mom was downstairs doing laundry, dad was working and my little sister was in school. So instead of calling for mom when someone knocked on the door, I grabbed the metal pole and rolled it with me to the door. It took me a time to reach the door with my shaky legs, so I could only hope the person knocking didn't leave. When I reached the door and opened it, I was relieved that I had made it before he left.

In front of me was a tall, older man. It was hard to tell how old he was, because his face didn't look much older than my dad, but his white hair was making it hard to be sure.

His suit made it clear that he was some kind of businessman and the quality of the suit made it obvious that this man had a lot of money. Not that I cared, but I was curious what he wanted from my family. Or maybe he went to the wrong house.

"I guess from the look that you're David Phantom." The man said, with his hands behind his back.

So he hadn't picked the wrong house, but how did he know who I was?

"Yes, and you are?" I asked, gripping the metal pole a bit tighter. Maybe he was a journalist. I hoped not, because I wasn't in the mood to answer questions like - 'How does it feel to be slowly dying?'

"Masters, Vlad Masters," the white haired man answered. He wasn't asking questions, so he couldn't be a journalist. Maybe he knew my mom or dad?

"Don't get me wrong Vlad, but I don't know you," I said, looking confused at him.

"Don't worry my boy. Of course you don't know me, we have never met before," Vlad said, with a smirking face.

Before I could ask what he wanted, he spoke.

"I'm here to offer you something. Something I think you really need and want," Vlad said.

I rolled my eyes and was just about to close the door, thinking that he was just trying to sell socks or something.

"A cure." He added quickly, making my eyes go wide. What did he say!? Was he for real? Could he really help me? And why did he want to help me?

I heard footsteps behind me, but I was too lost in my thoughts to notice.

"David, who are you talking to?" my mom showed up beside me, looking as confused as me.

"I suppose you're David's mother. My name is Vlad Masters, I was just telling your son that I have a possible successful cure for him." Vlad said as he shook my mom's hand.

I still didn't understand why someone like him would help me, so I asked him that.

It looked like Vlad did not know what to say first, but eventually, he replied.

"You see, I can help you in ways doctors cannot. When I heard about your condition, my lab partners and I started researching immediately. And now I'm here, so what do you say?"

I should think about this, ask him more about who he is. But he did say that he had lab partners, so I guessed he was some kind of doctor.

Vlad picked up a paper and a pen from his small black briefcase. It looked like a contract. I stared at it for a while.

My mom is trying to talk to me, saying we should speak with the doctors in the hospital first. And that we should sleep on this and not make any drastic decisions. But what if Vlad changed his mind? Deciding that he didn't want to help me? He was my last chance now, 'cause I didn't want to leave my family, and I didn't want to die...

So I grabbed the contract and the black ink pen from his hands and used the wall for support to put the paper on. I brought up the pen to where it said 'sign here'. I gazed at the older man, Vlad just stared back at me and then he looked back at the paper, waiting for me to sign my name. And he didn't have to wait long. I signed.

"Wonderful!" Vlad cheered and joined his hands together, then he took the contract out of my hands. "I'll contact you when the treatment is ready for you," he said and turned around to leave.

I know I should have waited, but what did I have to lose?

A couple of days later:

Like Vlad said, he contacted me, telling me that an Uber was going to pick me up. I asked him if I should bring clothes with me because he had told me that I would spend a couple of weeks in his lab, but he told me that I didn't need to bring anything, they had already fixed everything for me.

I said goodbye to my family when the car had arrived. Apparently, I had to go alone. I didn't really understand why and when I asked Vlad, He avoided the question. But I didn't push it either. I was just so happy right now, someone had actually found a cure, and that someone was Vlad Masters.

Well, he had made it clear that it wasn't 100% safe and that it had never been tested so they didn't know if it would work. But, I'm dying anyway, so what did I have to lose?

The ride took an hour. When I finally had arrived, I stared at the huge building from the car window. The driver climbed out of the car to open my door and helped me out. I didn't have the IV at the moment. It wasn't needed 24/7, but I couldn't walk around without it for too long.

I thanked the driver. The man opened his mouth to say something, and by the look, I could tell that it was something important. But he closed his mouth again when a woman with short shoulder length blond hair came out of the building. She had a long white lab coat over black clothes.

I groaned when I saw the wheelchair she brought with her. I really had something against those. They just reminded me of the condition I was in.

When she approached us, she shook my hand and with an almost too big smile, she told me that her name was Molly Wilson. Even if I hated the wheelchair, I took a seat. We said goodbye to the driver and Molly pushed the chair towards the big white building, that for some reason, only had a few windows.

Molly stopped in front of the glass door. I was just about to ask her why she just stood there, but before I could do that, the door opened by itself. I thought that maybe it was for people like me.

Inside the building, almost everything was white. The chairs, the tables, the walls, and the floor. Everything except for the green plant in the corner.

Aside from the man behind the desk, there was almost no one in the lobby.

The desk man asked Molly for her ID and handed her a card for the elevator. I didn't even see it at first because it was white like everything else, but when she brought me and herself in front of the white elevator doors and lifted the card forward, the doors opened. And they opened without any button being pressed. She rolled me inside and waited for the door to close.

"Three floors down," Molly said and soon after, the slightly too big elevator moved.

"Do you guys have something against buttons? You know round small thing you press?" I asked, chuckling lightly. I didn't need to turn around to know there was a smile on her lips as she tried to suppress a laugh.

"It's a hygiene thing," she defended.

Well, that made some sense, I thought.

When we had reached our destination, the doors opened with a 'pling'. I was expecting another beautiful room with white walls, white furniture and maybe another stupid green plant.

Indeed, there was white walls and floor, but I was kind of shocked when I was met by a medium size room with only a bed in the middle.

Before I could open my mouth to speak, a man stepped forward that I hadn't noticed was there, because of his white lab coat. Making him blend in with the walls.

"Ah, David there you are!" Vlad said, with his hands behind his back. I didn't respond, because my mind was busy running, trying to solve and settle everything.

First, I thought that maybe it was like a hospital room, but it felt more like a prison cell. The only thing missing was the bars.

"What's going on?" I asked, confusion written all over my face.

My eyes were drawn to the bed once again. The blue quilt was well laid over the single bed and the crisp blue pillow. The thing that made me tremble with fear were the four handcuffs hanging on each side of the bed.

"No need to be afraid, dear boy. I'm going to help you," Vlad said and looked back at the bed and then at me again.

Of course I knew that. That's why I'm here, right? But what were the handcuffs for and where was everyone? The doctors?

"I said I would help you, and help you I will!" Vlad said, clapping his hands together in a grip.

"Not only that, I'm going to make you special, David," he added, with a wicked smile. I squinted my eyes, trying to understand what he meant.

Still smiling, he lifted his eyes to look past me and I guess that he was looking at Molly who was obviously still behind me. Before I could look back at her, I felt a sting on the back of my neck. It made me hiss and lean forward with my hand on my neck to look behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw the needle she was holding. My breath quickened and I tried to lift my body from the wheelchair, but in a blink of an eye, Vlad was in front of me pushing me back down. And I couldn't hate wheelchairs more.

Something that got my attention was the fact that everything started to spin and my sight started to get blurry.

"Hmm... The sedative worked faster than normal," the white haired man said, "I suppose it's because of his weak body," he added, not dropping his smile once.

I looked back at Molly once again. Trying to understand why she did this, why someone that seemed to be so nice would do something like this.

When I looked at her eyes, I didn't understand what I saw; it looked like her eyes flashed yellow and her pupils were slits. My head fell to the side as I lost consciousness.

"Sorry kid," was the last thing I heard Molly say, before I was consumed by darkness...

TBC

I wasn't expecting this to be more than 1 chapter…. I know everything is kinda rushed, but this flashback is just for you to understand more.

I think there will be some smut in the next chapter! :D So get ready