Danny could barely sleep the entire night. He was tossing and turning and had to get up twice to throw up. He could not remember the last time he felt so sick.

"Uggh…this can't be a regular cold," Danny mumbled as he struggled to get to sleep. It was past 2:30 in the morning and he had barely gotten twenty minutes of sleep. He tried his absolute best, but he was really sick and he couldn't get to sleep.

When it was about 8:00 in the morning, Danny got out of bed but instead went into the living room to just plop down on the couch. He was so exhausted and felt so sick. The only thing that he looked forward to was the doctor's appointment he had. At the time his mom had told him the night before, Danny had to get into his mom's car and sit through the entire ride to the doctor's office.

When they finally got there, Danny could barely muster the strength to get out of the car. He walked into the doctor's office and sat in the waiting room for what felt like forever before he finally got called into the examining room.

"So, you're Danny Fenton?" the doctor asked. He was a man in his mid fifties with brown hair that was slowly turning gray.

"Yes sir," Danny moaned. As soon as he finished replying, Danny started coughing.

"Ooooh, that cough doesn't sound very good at all," the doctor said, pulling on some rubber gloves to begin the examination. "All right, when did you start feeling these symptoms?"

"Well, mainly towards the end of school yesterday," Danny said in a sick voice.

"All right," the doctor said. "And what did you say your temperature was?"

"Over 102."

"Whoo," the doctor said. "All right, let's get through this."

The doctor did a brief examination on Danny, and yet he still seemed puzzled at what could be causing Danny to feel so sick. "Well, I have some good news, Danny," the doctor finally said. "It looks like you're going to be getting better soon. All you'll need is some rest and a few antibiotics. Oh yes, we'll also need to do a blood test to see if we have any ideas how you got this…disease."

"Is it bad?" Danny said, hopping off the examining table.

"No, not at all, we'd just like to see where it started, and a blood sample is a good way to check for it," the doctor reassured. "You're going to be fine. Trust me, okay?"

"All right," Danny said. After the blood test was done, he walked out of the examining room and back out to the front where his mom was waiting.

"They say I'm going to feel better," Danny said. "All I need to do is take some antibiotics tonight and I should be feeling a little better."

"That's wonderful!" Danny's mom said, clasping her hands together.

She and Danny hopped back into her car and after driving to a pharmacy they picked up his antibiotics. When they both got home, Danny got on the couch again and turned the TV on, but now, for some reason, he was already starting to feel better. He could talk without much trouble now, he realized. Not only that, but he could stomach some food.

The day went by and Danny continued to get better and better. He could move around more and he didn't feel like he had to throw up at all during the rest of the day. In fact, for a while, he wasn't even feeling tired.

After taking his antibiotics later that night, Danny felt completely better. It was weird, because the disease seemed to disappear as quickly as Danny caught it. However, he wasn't going to worry about it. He was feeling much better now and he was in a good mood. That good mood soon disappeared.

Danny walked into school the next day and felt like he was on top of the world, now that he was feeling better. In fact, the antibiotics he was prescribed to take for the entire week were working like a charm. Danny even had a bright smile on his face when he walked into Lancer's class that day.

"Well, Mr. Fenton, I see you're doing better," Lancer said. "Were you sick yesterday?"

"Yes, I was," Danny said. "But now I'm feeling all better."

"That's good," Lancer said with a creepy smile on his face. "Because you're going to need to feel your best when you make up the work you missed yesterday."

"And how much was that?" Danny said, still smiling.

"A two hundred word-essay on the significance to life today that Romeo and Juliet shows. And you also missed completing the study guide for the test on Friday. In addition, you might want to give me the homework that was due last week you never handed in."

Danny's face immediately dropped and he looked very depressed all of a sudden. "I have to make up all that work?"

"In addition to studying for the exam in a few days. Do I need to remind you what's at stake if you don't pass this test?"

Danny sighed. "No, I know perfectly well what will happen if I don't get a good grade on that test."

"Good," Lancer said, handing Danny all his make up work. "I'll be expecting all of it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Danny yelled. "That's not enough time for me to make all this up! I need to fight…er, I mean, I got homework in other classes."

"Then think of this as one of those other classes," Lancer said coolly, turning his attention away from Danny and back to the front of the class. "Now then, students, let's talk about the next book we're going to read: A Tale of Two Cities!"

Everyone groaned, but no one groaned louder than Danny. Danny was even more stressed out now than he was on Monday. Now he had a bunch of work he missed yesterday to make up, but he also had to worry about fighting ghosts. On top of that, he was going to have an exam in two days that would determine whether or not he would pass the class and year!

Unfortunately for Danny, school would soon become the least of his worries…