"Annie," Diane Clavette whispered. "Fenton? As in the son of the ghost hunters?"

Annie nodded. "That would be him. He had an allergic reaction to some flowers." She squinted at some papers. "Blood blossoms, I think they're called."

"Blood blossoms," the doctor repeated slowly. She glanced at the records Annie held. "Well, I'd better go start his checkup."

The nurse nodded again and left the room as Diane started down the hallway.

She started to ponder. She had known Jack and Maddie in college, if only from a distance. How could she not, what with all the posters about the so-called "ghost portal" on campus?

And to think, it paid off.

She reached room ten and peeked inside the door, taking caution not to let Danny see her. She'd had experience with teenagers; she was usually the one who treated them. Although, most of the time they had just come in from a car crash, not an allergic reaction.

He was sitting down on the paper-covered table, head in hands. He was also mumbling something. What, she couldn't tell.

She stepped in, causing Danny to look up. His eyes widened. "Um, uh, what, huh…." He faded out to a stop.

She chuckled. "What were you going to say?"

"Well, uh, I just, uh…" He paused. "I thought you were gonna be a guy?"

She chuckled again. "Well, as you can see, I'm not a guy." She smiled and walked over to the sink. "So, Danny, you had an allergic reaction, did you?" she said as she washed her hands.

"Um, yeah," he mumbled.

"To what?" she asked as she put on gloves.

"A flower."

"And what kind of flower, Danny? I need you to be specific so we can keep this from ever happening again." She went over to a needle on the wall and picked it up.

"They're called blood blossoms."

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Have you ever had a reaction like this before?" She walked over to him, needle in hand.

"Yeah, but my parents don't know about it."

She cocked an eyebrow as she disinfected his arm. "And why not?"

"Because they don't need to know." He glanced at the newly sterilized patch.

"Well, okay then," Diane said, and held up the needle. "Well, you're fourteen, so I'm not going to baby you. You've gotten shots before, right?"

Danny nodded. "Have you gotten blood drawn?"

"No."

"Well, it's just like getting a shot. You ready?"

He nodded again. "Okay, I'll let you know when I'm going to take it out."

She stuck the needle into the vein in his arm and started to fill it with his blood. "Well, that's one," she said. "I'm gonna take it out now, 'kay?"

Danny looked pale. "Okay," he said. "How many more do I have to do?"

"Just two more," she said as she labeled the tube.

She grabbed another needle and proceeded to take blood from his arm. This one went the same as the first tube, and she started a third. She gasped as his blood filled the last tube.

The red liquid was mixed with bright green.

Danny gave her a sheepish grin as she looked up. "Betcha you've never seen something like this before, have you?"