A/N: Well, Chapter 3. After this, updates are going to be rare. Mostly monthly.
Danny's third person limited
It has been a week since Danny met Sam and Tucker. Danny relaxed a bit around Tucker, giving him clear one syllable replies and sometimes, a small smile. However, Sam was another case. Danny always tensed when Sam was around. Danny always shrunk into his bed when Sam around and often, did not talk much with her. Clearly, the gothic appearance of Sam still frightened him.
Danny woke up, his hair matted down with sweat. Danny had jerked up as he looked around his surroundings. The boy sighed as he still in bed. Danny looked around, the room was lit up by a eerie green light. Danny tensed as he gripped onto the edges of his blanket, the boy cowered. Danny blinked and the light went off. The young halfa realized it was his eyes. Danny sunk into his bed, he sucked in a deep breath.
Danny shrunk down. Danny remembered what happened yesterday. Danny was having a pretty bad nightmare, however, it was not compared what he dreamed now. Danny shuddered at the thought if the sharp, slightly glowing green scalpel cut into his skin and being prodded by sharp instruments in the inside. Danny felt as if he needed to hurl. Danny grabbed the waist basket near his bed. He emptied the contents in his stomach into a plastic bag that was placed into the basket. Danny did not mind the stench, he had to be in even worse conditions. The Guys in White never clean his room. The corners of the wall had cobwebs and black dust-like things that seemed suspiciously like insects. The white walls, however, were still in pristine condition. Danny did not know why. But, every once in a while, the cleaners would only clean the walls. Danny's cage and everything else, in the room were not.
Danny exhaled sharply. Speaking of nightmares, Danny was to be referred to a psychologist about his nightmares. Apparently, they were people who take care of other's mental health. Danny never liked meeting new people especially when they were clad in white clothing. Danny curled as small as he could. Danny burrowed his head into his pillow, in an attempt to hide himself. He threw over the blanket over his face, Danny made a weird squeaking noise. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on his breathing. Danny was feeling a bit jittery and scared about meeting the psychologist. Danny was not sure if he or she was a nice person. Danny's stomach flipped and squirmed in his stomach. It lurched and flipped even more. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. Danny shivered. He felt the coldness seep through his blanket and let it's cold touch wrap around his body, making him feel cold. Danny's fever that started out of the blue had not decreased. It made Tucker and Sam worried about the young halfa's health.
Danny heard the door creak open, Danny peeped out of his blanket and saw Tucker and two other taller figures walk in.
"Oh my, it is so dark!" a voice, clearly female said. Danny winced at the volume, burrowing more into his bed. One of the taller figure walked to the where the window was and drew the curtains. Sunlight filtered into the room. Danny half-closed his eyes as his eyes adjusted to the sudden rush of brightness. Everything was much clearer now. The figure at the window seemed like Tucker's mother. She was a dark-skinned woman with purple eyes. She wore a friendly smile that Danny detested a bit. She was a particularly plump, nonetheless, she looked motherly enough.
Tucker's father was a tall thin man. He had turquoise eyes that Tucker seemed to inherit and curly black hair that was neatly combed.
"So, is this the boy you are talking about?" Tucker's father started as he walked over to Danny. Danny peeked out of his blanket. He flinched away from the tall man.
"Dad! You are scaring him," Tucker said in a discreet voice. Danny looked at the father and son.
"What is your name, sweetie?" Tucker's mother asked," I'm Angela Foley and the man near Tucker is Maurice Foley,"
Danny hesitated a bit. In his brain, everything was going in full panic. Danny looked at the man and woman and turned to Tucker helplessly. Tucker walked over to Danny. But, not close enough to make him flinch. He gave the halfa a reassuring nod as he sent him a small smile. Danny turned away. He still was a bit hesitant. It took a minute before Danny could calm down. He was taking in deep breaths as Angela and Maurice were looking at him with concern.
"D-Danny," Danny tried to say, but it came out as a low whisper. His eyes were wide like it was pleading with them. He wished that he could get out of this situation. He gripped onto the blanket tightly, his knuckles turning white. Danny bit his lip.
"Huh? Could you repeat that again?" Maurice asked, his voice, soft as if he did not want the silence to break.
"D-Danny," Danny stuttered again, it was slightly louder but it was loud enough for the Foley parents to catch.
Angela Foley gave Danny a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. Danny tensed, his eyes wide. The young halfa let out a squeak, he flinched away from them.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Angela asked, her voice laced with concern, her expression creased with a frown.
"He's scared," Tucker piped in," Who knows what he went through. He barely opens up to anyone,"
Angela nodded, she frowned as Danny let out another squeak. Danny felt as if he wanted to lash out and run away. His heart hammered even faster as every second past. Danny bit his lip as he looked around in desperation and worry. Danny cowered helplessly. He felt everything overwhelm him. Danny started to breath faster. A bead of cold sweat trickled from his temples. Danny felt as if he could not breathe anymore. Danny felt helpless. Danny felt as if he was at the GIW again. That thought only made him hyperventilate more.
"Breathe, Danny," It was a firm, yet gentle order. Danny decided to listen to the voice. Danny had many voices in his head now. All the voices resembled the Guys in White agents' voice. All of them were insulting him. However, Danny decided to listen to that gentle, firm voice. Danny took in deep breath and continued. Danny continued doing that as he looked up. It was a Latina woman. She had blonde hair tied into a bun.
Danny looked up. He remembered her. She was the nurse who always came to change his bandages. Danny looked up at the woman, he kept quiet.
"You okay?" The nurse asked, crouching to his level. Danny just stared at her. He did not even flinch when she put a hand over his shoulder. Danny looked at her.
Danny just gave a small nod as the nurse gave the younger boy a smile. Danny did not return it. He just watched the lady walk out.
"Mom, can we adopt him?" Tucker asked Angela Foley.
"I see why not? He seems he needs a family. We would be more that happy to share a place in our home," Angela said with smile as Maurice nodded approvingly,"Just have to do the paperwork and he will have a home to return when he is out of the hospital,"
Danny just looked at them wide-eyed. Are they willing to give him a home? A freak? Danny stared at the floor guiltily. He did not deserve this. In fact, he did not even deserve to have friends. That was what the GIW said all the time. Danny interlocked his fingers nervously. He did not deserve this...any of this.
The psychologist was having a hard time with Danny to open up. Danny only nodded or shook his head. Even if he were to answer, it was only a one syllable word.
"What is the nightmare about?" The psychologist, Dr Stone asked.
Silence.
"Is it about the abuse?" Dr Stone prompted the young halfa who was sitting cross-legged on his bed. He gripped onto his blanket that covered his lap, dull blue eyes were wandering out of the window.
Danny turned his neck sharply to face Dr Stone. Danny nodded.
"Okay," Dr Stone replied, adjusting his glasses, he jotted down something on a black piece of paper. He ran his fingers through his spiky blonde hair. He leaned back on his swivel chair. He sighed, looking down at his notes.
Frightened
Cautious
Nightmares about past events
Untrusting
Had a panic attack yesterday
Very anxious
That was the only things he could conclude now. He looked at Danny who seemed to be touching his IV cautiously. This boy was a tough case.
"Anything else?" Dr Stone asked.
Danny's eyes snapped to meet with him. He just stared at the older man, distrusting.
Dr Stone, looking at his symptoms, he could only conclude one thing about this. Danny had PTSD ( Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). Danny seemed to be busy with something else. He was staring out of the window. Danny seemed not to care about him. He usually is afraid of people from what he heard but this is different. Danny does not seem to even acknowledge his presence. It seemed like he was in a world of his own. In a way, Dr Stone was right. Danny was thinking about something else. Danny was thinking about what happened in the morning. He just hoped it was a good thing and not a bad thing.