A/N: Thanks so much for all the flattering reviews! I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciated them! Now I feel really bad that this chapter is so short, but it couldn't be helped. This was a good stopping point for now and plus the next chapter is really long and I didn't want to break that chapter up. But don't worry, there won't be that long of a break in between this chapter and the next chapter!

Chapter Three
Searching for a Cure

Jazz remained next to Danny's bed for hours, not knowing what to do. Should she take him to the hospital? Probably not. They'd ask too many questions, and who knows what her lunatic parents actually did to him. They probably wouldn't be able to help him anyways.

Then Jazz got an idea. Tucker and Sam. They knew about his secret, maybe they could help.

"I'll be right back Danny, I promise. I'm going to get your friends. Just keep fighting; you're going to be fine. You have to be." She stood up and kissed his forehead before sneaking out the window.

She ran to Sam's house, which was closest. She realized it was probably late at night, but she didn't care. She ran to the door and knocked desperately, hoping they would answer.

A butler opened the door and looked downat Jazz in disdain. "How may I help you?"

"I need to talk to Sam," she breathed as she clutched her side.

"Ms. Manson is asleep at the moment. May I take a message, or will you return at a more decent hour."

"No I will not leave a message and no I won't return later! This is an emergency! Her friend is in trouble!"

"I'm sorry, but she's asleep and I will not disturb her. You and your 'emergency' will have to wait until later."

"Please, you don't understand! He needs her help!"

"I'm sorry Miss," he concluded as he started shutting the door.

"Barnaby, what's going on?" Sam demanded as she walked down the steps. She heard pounding and wailing outside the door.

"Some desperate young lady asking for you Miss. But don't worry, I sent her away."

"Who?" More pounds emerged from the door.

"I do not know Miss, just some lady claiming she needed to speak to you, said it was an emergency. I informed her you were asleep and it could wait until the morning."

"Well if it's an emergency it obviously can't wait!" Sam yelled as she ran to open the door, hoping it wasn't something to do with Danny. Her face fell when she opened it to find Jazz, her eyes red and swollen, mascara running down her face.

"Jazz, what's wrong?" she asked shakily. Maybe it had nothing to do with Danny. Maybe she was just in a bad mood and needed to talk to another girl.

"Danny…he's hurt." Never mind. So much for the wishful thinking.

Sam turned towards the butler. "Barnaby, leave us!" she commanded and turned back towards Jazz.

"What about Danny? Is he in trouble?"

"He's hurt, really bad. Listen, I know about his secret, I've known for a long time. And my parents, oh my God my parents! They found out the Ghost Boy was half human and they wanted to find his identity. So they captured him and they…they tortured him!" Jazz wailed as she broke down and sobbed. Sam brought her into the parlor and sat her down on the couch.

"What do you mean Jazz? Talk to me," she demanded, her voice shaking with worry. She'd never seen Jazz so broken, so desolate.

"They put him in a bubble and electrocuted him with some special pulse that would only hurt ghosts," she managed to mutter through the sobs. "And the screams! I could hear them all through the house! I ran downstairs to see what was going on, and I saw him, lying on the floor of the bubble. It was horrible! His body was twitching and he wouldn't stop screaming! I tried to get them to stop, but they wouldn't listen!" Jazz continued to say through the sobs.

"What happened next?"

"He had transformed back into himself when I finally reached him. I picked up his head and he opened his eyes and said my name. Then he fell out of consciousness."

"Is he alright? Jazz, is Danny okay?" Sam asked, tears falling from her eyes.

"He's still alive, but just barely. His pulse was so soft I could barely feel it when I carried him to his bed. He's still out and he's frigid. I don't know what to do!" Jazz wailed in misery as she buried her head into Sam's chest and sobbed.

"I'll call Tucker, explain everything to him and tell him to meet us at your house. Then you and I can head there and see if there's anything we can do."

Back at the house, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton sat in their bed, cuddling each other, both devoid of emotion, for all their emotions were just too powerful for them to express only one. They felt angry at themselves for what they did, ashamed for torturing their son, confused at what had just happened.

"We're horrible parents. What have we done?" Maddie asked.

"We didn't know Maddie, there's no way we could have known."

"I know, but that doesn't make me feel any better," she yelled through the sobs "and it certainly doesn't take back what we've done! Danny's unconscious and in horrible pain and Jazz believes we're abusive parents and won't let us anywhere near him!"

"We are abusive parents," Jack admitted softly. "We tortured our only son almost to death."

The two of them sat silently, trying to work out what happened in their brains, trying to find ways to comfort the other without any way to comfort themselves.

"I never meant for this to happen. Torturing the Ghost Boy was supposed to protect our family, not break it," Jack remarked sadly.

"Why didn't he tell us? Jazz knew, she must have. Why did he tell her and not us? Why didn't he trust us?"

"Because we're ghost hunters dear, and he's…part ghost."

"But doesn't he know that wouldn't matter?"

"I don't know."

"I just can't believe it, our son…is half ghost. But how did this happen? How did he become half ghost?"

"I don't know dear. All I know is that I can't stand sitting here when our boy's in pain."

"But what are we going to do? Jazz won't let us anywhere near him, and for good reason."

"We'll go down to the basement, tear down the machine, and somehow find a cure, something to make him feel better. Something that would help ghosts instead of injure them. I don't care if I have to spend over 48 hours straight on finding it. Are you with me?"

"If it'll help Danny, then yes." The two of them marched downstairs and got straight to work, trying to find a way to help their injured son.

Sam and Jazz met up with Tucker below Danny's window who, like Sam, was still dressed in his pajamas. His parents were just as angry at receiving the late call, but didn't gripe about waking Tucker up, since they were up anyways.

They climbed up the tree outside to Danny's window and crept inside. They saw Danny lying on the bed in the same position Jazz placed him in, his face deathly pale, his chest moving slowly up and down.

"Danny," Sam muttered as she ran to his side and took his hand, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of him, the calm state of mind she had been trying to keep shattering as she saw him lying helpless in bed. "We're here now Danny, everything's going to be alright."

Tucker kneeled next to Sam and took his hand as well. "Don't worry. You'll be alright. You can make it through this. You always do."

Jazz brought them two more chairs and they sat down as Jazz returned to her original position.

There the three of them sat all night, tears falling from their eyes as they comforted Danny, staying awake all night and into the morning.