I never fell asleep the rest of the way there, and on the way there, we did indeed pass a lot of the familiar views, and we weren't far from them either. Of course, how would Vlad know I was going there anyway? I still worried about it as I sat up and watched out the window at the long fields, and the few trees outside flashed my window in a whir. We were traveling fast, I wasn't sure why, probably because my mom thought it would be best to get me there fast. I took a deep breath, and sighed, looking out the window, thinking of my miserable life. There couldn't be one person out there in the world like me. Yeah, I know, they say that whatever you are going through, someone else has gone through that, or something worse before, but exactly how much people out there in the world had to worry about their enemy making a surprise visit in the hospital they were visiting? I don't think very much people have that problem. I wouldn't have the problem if I weren't a halfa in the first place, so I am sure that I am going through something totally different than anyone else in the world. I guess though, anything is possible.

"We're here," my mom stated, and she immediately looked worried. She looked back at me to see how I looked, and she smiled at me when she noticed I saw her looking at me.

"You will be fine here Danny. They should have the best care for you possible," she smiled, trying to brighten up her lost hopes, but instead when she turned away from me, she looked seriously at the tall building that stood before us. Not only was it tall, but it was wide, probably the biggest building I had seen in my life. Now forgetting about everything else, I stared at it in amazement. There had to have been at least 20-30 floors in it, and they weren't small floor either. The building was white, with windows lining every floor, and every once in a while, there was an area without a window, which must have been that way for a reason. Sam and Jazz were also staring at this building in amazement, but then Sam got a half-frightened look on her face, and I wondered why, but ignored it. This building was so cool, and I couldn't wait to get inside! If the outside made it seem cool, the inside had to make it the best place in the world. Ok, no doctor's office, hospital, or any medical facility in the world was the best place in the world, but I guess I could call it the best hospital in the world.

"What's wrong?" I asked Sam, after I had glanced at it long enough, and inspected every floor of it.

"I don't know, I just don't like it. Looks kinda creepy," she said, and shivered.

"I think it looks cool," I opinionated, and she stared at me blankly. I looked back at her, and she shrugged.

There was a huge sign hung on it that read "Wisconsin Hospital- since 1955" which amazed me even more, because it was a fairly old building. That didn't bother me at all, but a lot of the people walking in were kinda old… and creepy looking. I had never liked older people, or I didn't like a lot of them. Not as though they would harm you or anything, something about them was just eerie. Although, there was a few kids walking in and out of the building, but not much. The parking lot was filled up with cars, and my mom was going up and down all the isles searching for an open space to park at. The first one we found was a long walk from the building, and my mom offered to drop Sam and I off before she drove back to the spot, and so we decided too. She drove right up to the door, and parked there to give us time to hop out.

"You stay right here," she warned me, and I nodded. Where did she think I was going anyway? Once outside, Sam and I looked at the automatic sliding glass doors that lead to the inside of the hospital.

"This place is huge… You could get lost in here easily," I said, pointing out the obvious.

"Why are you going to be walking around anyway? Your sick, remember?"

"Yeah, I know that… but after I recover…"

"Danny, by the time they get you fixed up, your going to be begging to leave this place," Sam laughed sarcastically, and I just stared at the building, awaiting what it looked like inside.

"I wonder if we get to take an elevator," I asked, sounding more curios about the place than I should have been. Right now, if you were to come across me, you would have never known I was sick, and Sam could tell this too.

"All we had to do was take you to a weird place, and look! Your all better again," she stated, and I looked at her again, and right away though, she realized that just because I was acting like it, didn't mean anything. She could hardly look at my saddened, miserable eyes anymore, and right when she saw them, she remembered that I wasn't close to recovered.

"Or at least I could wish that was all we needed to do," she sighed, and looked away from me. I didn't know who was more miserable over it, Sam, or me.

"Yeah, same here," I sighed, and didn't think about the building anymore, but instead thought about Vlad. I didn't know how that all the sudden popped into my head, but it did. I wouldn't even be around this place if I wasn't frickin sick! I didn't even know what in the hell I had! Shouldn't any doctor be able to tell what is wrong with me? And out of all places… how come it was in Wisconsin?

"You ready to go in?" I heard my mom ask me, and I shook out of my thoughts,

"Yeah, sure, why not," I said, suddenly not amused with going into this place, and my mom patted the top of my head, before we walked in.

When we entered though, the place did catch my attention towards fear. It wasn't like the outside, it still had the original wallpaper, carpet and everything in the main room at least. Hopefully it wouldn't be like this throughout the whole building, because with the stained carpet, and worn out walls, it didn't put a very good image to the place.

"How may I help you?" A nurse asked us from behind, and I jumped, then spun around quickly. This place was giving me the creeps now, and I needed to calm down just a little.

"We were sent here for our son Danny Fenton? He hasn't been feeling well, and the last doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong, so they sent us here," My mom explained softly.

"Ah, yes, I heard about him. Odd blood that we needed to look into also, right?"

"I guess… but he should have the same blood type as me," My mom said upsettingly. She didn't want to do anymore than she had to.

"Well, you can never tell. According to them, they had no idea what his blood even was, so we will just look into it, all right?"

"Sure thing," she said as she smiled weakly.

This nurse also didn't add a good image to the place. She was wearing the old dresses they used to wear a long time ago, and one of those stupid hats. She also was extremely pale, and didn't seem like the nicest person to greet someone. Although, I guess that if she was all they had to do so, she was all they had.

"Right this way," she said, and led us down a hallway, which also had the original walls on it. This place now gave me the spooks, and I felt Sam grab my hand. I looked back at her, and she smiled softly, and I held onto her hand too. This place wasn't exactly the kind of place you would want to be operated on in.

"Into this room," she said, taking us into a room, which looked like an ordinary doctor's office, and we all stepped in.

"Ok, we will draw some blood first," she said sternly, and grabbed a needle from off the counter, and opened it up out of it's package. She shoved it into my arm, and I closed my eyes from it, but never made a sound. It felt like she dug it in pretty far though. She withdrew the blood, and removed the needles, then I opened my eyes, to see that mixed in with the ordinary red blood, was a tint of green. My parents took no notice of it, but I could tell Jazz and Sam saw it. Great, just what I needed was for Jazz to find out about it.

"I'll be right back," the nurse said leaving the room.

"This place is creepy," I blurted out. Maybe if they thought that this wasn't a good place, I could leave it right now.

"No, they just decided to have an old style. I think it is pretty cool," my mom said, looking around the room.

"I would have to agree with Danny on this one," Sam said, siding with me.

"Old setting, but that is odd. I mean, there are still stains and everything! Wouldn't they have replaced that stuff?" Jazz asked, being the smartest, and noticing the most stuff.

"Who knows, but let's just hope where ever I go isn't like this," I grimaced.

"Ok, they are looking at your blood," the nurse interrupted, "And now I will measure your height, and take your weight," she said, leading me out of the room, so I was by myself. She led me down the hall, into another room, where there was a piece of measuring tape on the wall, that led up to 6 feet tall. And then there was a weight machine next to it, and she led me to get weighed first.

"One hundred and twenty pounds? You seem thin," she said in a plain voice. She didn't have much character to her, which was also really creepy to me at least.

"And five foot five," she said after measuring me.

"Is that all?" I asked impatiently, wanting to get back where I felt safe.

"Yes, for now it is," she said nodding, allowing me to go back to my old room. I walked down there, and entered the room, but no one was there. Was I in the right room? I went frantically to the room next to it, but there was also no one there. I looked down both hallways connected to this one, and passed into every room, but there was nothing.

"What are you doing wandering about?" a familiar voice asked me, and I turned around shocked my the sudden sound.

"Sam, you scared me," I said, still recovering from her sudden appearance. Jazz was also behind her, but my parents weren't with them.

"Where were you guys?" I asked them, wondering why they left that room to leave me confused.

"We went for a little walk around the place, not to far though. Your mom and dad are still off wandering though I'm guessing, because I haven't seen them," Sam explained, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You don't know where they are?"

"No, but they will be fine," Jazz reassured, and walked up closer to us.

"Oh… Ok," I said, since I had to agree with Jazz. Most of the time, what she said was right, so why not just agree with every word that comes out of her mouth?

"Come on, we had better all get back to your room," Jazz spoke up, realizing that I should have been in there this whole time.

We walked back there, and I watched as other people were walking around, but they also all seemed to be in an older style of clothes, and they too were paler than a normal person would have been.

"Any reason for that?" I asked, pointing at the few people that just walked past us.

"Who knows Danny. Maybe it's just the town we are in," Jazz shrugged, but I knew she was also hoping for the best of it.

When we entered the room, there was a new person in there, and doctor, dressed in all white. He was tall, and also pale. His face held a stern expression.

"What are you kids doing walking around?" He asked suspiciously, and eyed me the most, as though he knew me.

"We were just looking around," Jazz explained.

"Well don't," he said, "This place wasn't made for you to be walking around. There are a lot of sick people in here, we can't have kids getting into their business, or walking into areas they shouldn't be."

'We're sorry," Jazz said, since Sam and I just looked at him, Un-able to talk to him. He wasn't a friendly person, and his creepy looks didn't help that out at all.

"You must be Danny?" He asked referring to me, and he looked at a clipboard he had held in his hands.

"Yes, I am," I replied meekly.

"You don't look very sick, especially not if you are running around," he said peculiarly.

"I am sick, I just don't notice it as much when I am in panic," I said, referring to Sam and Jazz, who disappeared all the sudden.

"Why were you panicking?" He asked, lightening up a little, but he still had a stern expression.

"I just was," I said, disliking him getting into my business.

"All righty then, have you ever thought of seeing a psychiatrist?"

"Why would I need to?" I asked him madly.

"I don't know, you seem odd. You might want to talk to someone."
"I don't want to talk to anyone!" I said loudly. What was he talking about anyway?

"Well, you might want to, about your secret, you know."

"Secret? What are you talking about?"
"It's obvious, look at your blood," he said, handing me the tube full of my blood.

"How… do you know about that?"

"I know someone with the same thing. He happens to own this hospital."
"Who…who would that be?" I asked, now thinking back on Vlad again, who had escaped my mind earlier.

"Well, you admit it, and I will let you know," he said, as though trading information.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a halfa… but who is it now?"
"You will find out soon enough," he said eerily, and I could feel myself starting to get lightheaded again. All this was to much for me right now. It was Vlad, and I knew it, but… how come… how did he know about me being sick? And how did I happen to get sent to this hospital?

All I could hope for was the best now though…

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