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CHAPTER TWO -) SHE'S IN PAYNE
"Hello?" A teen said as he answered his cellular. "This is Itzal. Who are you?"
"This is Micheal Lancer. Are you Dawn Pamela Payne's guardian?" Lancer replied, thinking he was talking to an adult.
The eighteen year old tried to prevent himself from laughing, knowing what Lancer was thinking- after all, he got that a lot, after applying to be Zilla's guardian when they first met and she had no memory what-so-ever (A/N: they met when Zilla was ten and Itzal was thirteen; he lied about his age and asked a favor from someone to pretend to be him during the application.) "Yes, I am Zilla's guardian." His face became serious. "Did something happen to her?"
"Oh, she's not in trouble, if that's what you mean." But then Lancer sighed. "You see, Dawn passed out during my class. Three of my students brought her and her stuff to the school clinic, where the nurse confirmed she was in a coma."
Itzal almost dropped the phone. "When?"
"Last week."
The teen sighed in frustration. "I'll be there on the next flight from Houston," He hanged up and went to find a clean pair of clothes.
The Fentons had chosen to get Itzal from the airport, the four of them thinking he was an adult- and Jack hoping being able to talk to him about ghosts and ghost hunting.
So you may imagine their faces when they saw a male no older than twenty wearing a white shirt and black pants walk towards them.
"Are you David Bannerman?" Maddie asked him.
"Please, call me Itzal," He told them. He shook the Fentons' hands, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from Danny and Jazz. "Has Zilla improved?"
"Last we checked, the doctors said she had an unnaturally low temperature and faint heart beats." Jazz replied.
"We'll take you to her," Jack said. "To the Fenton RV!"
As they headed towards the Fenton RV, Itzal tried to remove the looks on the younger Fentons' faces.
"What, does he call a toilet 'the Fenton Urinary'?" He wondered, more of a question than a joke.
Jazz suppressed a laugh. "You don't know how right you are," Danny replied. And after seeing Itzal's shocked face, they laughed some more.
"Mr. Bannerman, right this way." A doctor named Trixie Nash said as Itzal and the Fentons came inside. She led them to a room on the second floor.
As soon as Itzal saw Zilla's face through a window, he ran to the room.
Zilla was as pale as snow. When Itzal grabbed her hand, it felt like ice. And when he felt for her pulse, it was really faint.
The Fentons stayed in the hallway and Trixie only stepped into the room to let him know that they were going to be right outside.
Itzal just nodded. He now held her hand between his and bent his head. "C'mon, Zee. You can survive this." He sighed. "Wake up... You know that you and me both don't want to do this," Itzal sighed as a blue light surrounded his hands.
"Ghost detected. Walk forward," A monotone voice said from the hallway.
The blue light disappeared from Itzal's hands and an expression of fear appeared on his face.
"You'd have to be blind to not see the ghost in front of you," The voice continued.
"Stupid Ghost Detector," Jack muttered from outside as Itzal gave a sigh of relief.
The blue glow returned. Itzal could feel her pulse and warmth come back. The color slowly returned to her skin.
But the opposite was happening to Itzal.
As the blue glow became green, his pulse weakened. He lost his color and his hands slowly became cold to the touch.
"Izz..." The girl whispered, her eyes fluttering.
"Zee..." Itzal gave a weak smile and touched her cheek with the backside of his hand. He suddenly fell onto the girl's lap.
"Nurse," Zilla said weakly as Trixie rushed in.