When Danny woke up, he immediately noticed something wrong. In his chest, right next to his heart, was a weird cold sensation. It felt as if it was coming from in his chest and spreading throughout his entire chest. He didn't like it. The next thing he noticed was that he was laying on a soft surface. It was after these discoveries that he suddenly remembered yesterday's events in a tsunami of memories and anxiety. With that, he shot up in the bed, his eyes shooting open. He immediately noticed his mother sitting next to him, who was now staring at him worriedly.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
"I think so."
"That's good." commence awkward silence. That silence was broken, however, when Jack burst through the door, like the man that he is.
"DANNY-BOY!" He ran up to the bed holding the petite 14-year old, and then proceeded to squeeze the life out of him.
"Da-dad. Can't breathe."
"Jack, dear." Setting her hand on her husband's shoulder, she gives him the best reprimanding look she can manage. "He just woke up, maybe be a bit more gentle." Looking like a kicked puppy, the large man put his son down, who proceeded to gasp for breath as though he would never have another opportunity to do so.
"SO SON. HOW DO YOU FEEL?"
"Alright, I guess. There's this cold spot in my chest though. But other than that I'm good." At that confession, both of his parents suddenly adapted guilty and saddened looks. "Mom? Dad? What's wrong?"
"Sweetie," His mother was approaching the topic carefully. "Do you remember what happened?" And with that, his mood plummeted. Of course he did, he was just hoping that it was somehow not real. Apparently his face said it all, as both of his parents slowly inched forward and proceeded to wrap their son in a loving embrace. Upon feeling the loving arms around him, he began to shake as horrid images of what the future may hold flashed through his mind. Images of the slow transformation, what the result may be, would his parents accept him, and what would happen should he be caught. Before he even realized it, he had tears running down his face as he sobbed into his mother's shoulder.
"It's okay, sweetie. We'll get through this. Together."
"THAT'S RIGHT! US FENTONS ARE STRONG!" That earned a small chuckle out of the boy. With his mood lightened, he began to think that maybe they were right. He could get through this. That is until he felt a small itching feeling on his arm. When he went to scratch it, however, he immediately noticed something was wrong. Taking a look down, he screamed.
There, sitting on his arm, looking like all was right with the world, was a small patch of black scales. Taking notice of their son's sudden distress, the Fenton parents took a look themselves, and immediately their mood soured. Looking back at their panicking son, they quickly resumed their previous position and once again wrapped him in loving arms. This time, however, he was openly sobbing on his parents' shoulders. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. Strange things were happening to his body, and he didn't know what to expect. Not to mention what his parents' true feelings towards the matter would be. As if sensing what this was really about, in that way only mothers can, she uttered the single most reassuring phrase available.
"It's okay, Danny. We'll help you get through this. I promise we won't leave you."
With that, his crying calmed, and he peacefully fell back into a deep slumber.