Chapter 3:
"PHYSICALS!" Tucker gasped, reading a bulletin.
"Yeah, it says everyone has to have a checkup at the nurse's office today." Sam read the bulletin.
"But... I can't… YOU CAN"T MAKE ME!" Sam and Danny grabbed onto Tucker's arms as he tried to escape out the door.
"It'll be okay, Tuck." Danny assured him. "They'll just check your heart, blood pressure, height and weight, and you're out."
"But WHY?" Tucker cried, slumping down to the floor.
"Because it's required. Don't be such a baby. Just pretend it's a modeling agency like you always do." Sam told him, rolling her eyes.
"We might as well go now," Danny suggested. Tucker glared at him. "And get it over with. Don't worry Tuck, I heard them saying that the nurses they brought in are really hot."
"You look really hot in that outfit," Daisy giggled.
"I didn't make Miss Mr. 2002 for no reason," I laughed. "When it comes to Drag, I am the Queen."
We'd ushered out a couple more students and the nurse's outfits were a rousing success. I'd even gotten a couple of invitations to the senior prom. Being that it was from a couple of freshmen, I had to turn them down.
"When is that Fenton kid going to get here, though? If I have to clean up one more prepubescent kid's drool, I'm gonna…"
"Daze, they're high school kids. They've hit puberty."
The door opened, and Danny Fenton and his two friends entered. The kid with glasses was being lead in by his friends, his eyes covered and muttering to himself. "It's a modeling agency, it's a modeling agency, a modeling agency."
He opened his eyes and stared at me.
"HELLOOOO MODELS!"
He leapt away from his friends and into my arms.
"Well you're eager!" I gasped, putting him down on the table.
"Okay, if you kids will wait outside, Christine and I will just give your friend a look-see." Daisy said in her most sugary flight hostess voice.
"This is going to be a complete physical, am I right?" Tucker asked, giving me what I was sure was his patented ladies smile."
"And that's our cue to give you guys some room!" Sam Manson shoved Danny out the door, and they slammed it behind them.
A few minutes later we were begging Mr. Hormones to get out.
"Are you sure you've checked everything?"
This kid was turning every sentence into a line. I'm the one who was in drag and I was getting weirded out.
"I suppose we could always give you a blood test." I pulled out a long needle. "A long, painful, blood test."
A look of horror swept over the kid's face. He practically flew out the door.
Daisy and I gave a sigh of relief. He stuck his head back in.
"Call me?"
"ERRRG!" I growled at him, and he slammed the door again.
I opened up the door and peeked out to see Foley high tailing it down the hall.
"Danny Fenton? You're next."
Fenton and Manson quit giggling long enough for him to get up.
"We'll get to you next, Ms. Manson." Daisy assured her sweetly. Manson glared.
"Well Danny, If you'll take off your shirt, we'll check you're heart." I told him. He was cooperative, which was a relief after Foley.
"Is you're friend always so excited about health?" I asked him.
"Naw, Tucker hates hospitals and nurses… usually."
"Well, don't worry about that, we've been getting that sort of thing all day." I reassured him, going through the paces of checking him with the stethoscope, checking blood pressure, feeling his ribs as he breathed.
"You're pretty bruised up, kid. Do you take sports?"
"Um no, I'm just kind of clumsy." He said, but somehow the way he looked to the side made me think there was something else going on. Perhaps Masters had been right about the occupational hazard of living with Jack Fenton. Danny Fenton was kind of small, and from our surveillance throughout the past week, I could tell he was a school underdog. He probably got beat up a lot. (Of course, throughout our surveillance, we noticed a lot of ghost attacks. Practically every day there were attacks, in fact. It was a wonder more of the kids we'd seen that day weren't more banged up.
"Hop up on the scale," I told him, making note of his height and weight. He was a little short for his age, and on the slight side. It looked like he got his share of exercise. I made note of all of this. The only reason Daisy and I were able to pull off this nurse scam was because we'd actually had a little training, mainly first aid, plus having the exact same physical throughout our own high school years.
"Okay, one last thing," I pulled out the needle I'd threatened Foley with. "A small blood test."
"A blood test? You don't want me to pee in a cup or something?" He asked, looking a little scared. "Don't worry," I told him in my most gentle voice, "It's just a little blood."
He gave me a suspicious look. I gave him another reassuring smile, tied off his arm, and inserted the needle. He gave a little grimace, but otherwise was quiet.
"Well that's it, Mr. Fenton, you have a nice day." Daisy gave him a small bandage and ushered him out. I packed the blood into a small tube, labeled it, and put it away into a cooler. That was done. Too bad we had to put up with the rest of the school body before we could ditch our disguises safely.
"Alright Ms. Manson, you're turn." Daisy let in the sour-faced Goth girl.
It was going to be a long day.
"See, Tucker, that wasn't so bad." Sam said at lunch. "Those nurses were very gentle."
"Oh yeah, the tall one totally threatened me with a needle!"
"You did come on pretty strong." Sam grinned.
"I was kind of surprised that they asked for a blood test."
Sam and Tucker stared at Danny for a moment.
"Dude, they didn't ask for a blood test, they threatened me with a blood test!" Tucker corrected him.
"No, I mean they asked me for a blood test. They don't usually do that for school checkups."
"Danny, no one was asked for a blood test." Sam told him.
"Yes they did! They took some blood from me." Danny showed them the bandage on his arm, where the nurse had taken blood.
"Okay, that's weird. Do you think they were up to something?" Sam said.
"I do now, and I'm going to find out what." Danny got up, preparing to find a place to go ghost. The bell rang, shrill and authoritative.
"Maybe after class, dude." Tucker suggested.
Try as Danny may, he couldn't get away from his classes to investigate the strange nurses. He kept passing the nurse's office, trying to peek in to see what they were doing, but all he could see was them checking student after student. Nothing suspicious.
Once school was done, he snuck, invisible and intangible, into the nurse's office. He'd missed them leave because of another ghostly animal attack. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the office. No hint of ghostly or illegal activity.
Danny reached through the cabinet, pulling out the files. He finally found his own. The handwriting was clean and patient. That was suspicious. He looked over the notes. Height, age, weight, blood pressure, a few notes about strange bruises, but again, nothing out of the ordinary. There was no mention of them taking his blood. Danny was sure that those weren't ordinary nurses. He'd catch them again though, the checkups were being held all week.
But the very next day when he peeked into the nurse's office, they weren't there. There were two nurses and a student being checked over, but the tall black lady and the petite sweet-voiced one with red hair were nowhere in sight.
"Mr. Fenton, may I help you?" Danny's neck hairs stood on end as Mr. Lancer's voice loomed from behind him.
"Um… Hi! Mr. Lancer…." Danny tried desperately to think of something. "I, uh, just noticed that the nurses from yesterday aren't here."
"Yes, I noticed that too. The ones in there today were held up yesterday, and the others were filling in. Now, since they gave you a clean bill of health, I expect you should be able to get through my class today… CONCIOUS."
Mr. Lancer turned and stalked down the hallway, pausing for a moment to yell at a Dash and Kwan who were shooting spitballs at Mikey.
Danny thought for a moment. That sort of explained the change in nurses, but not the mysterious blood test. It was a convenient excuse. Again, he wondered about the Guys in White. But this was too subtle for them, and as far as he knew, they didn't know his secret. Danny turned and headed for his locker. He'd have to ask Jazz and Sam. Maybe they'd have an idea of what to make of it.