I am now deeply suspicious of fanfiction. In a couple of hours, I have gotten more views for one story than for my three stories on fictionpress. I'm watching you, AliceElizabeth1, AnneriaWings, ghostgal4, Kigyptnee, TwiLyght Sans Sparkles, Squirrel holding a bazooka, JuneLuxray, Kitty Ghost., and many, many others. Seriously, get a life. I'm not that amazing.
"No." Maddie was resolute. Nothing was going to make her help that ghost.
"What if we let you take ecto samples after you help him?" Dr. Williams was a horrible negotiator. By now, he had bargained money, the key to the city, and free checkups. He knew Maddie was the only one able to help. "Please, he just needs a quick patchup."
"Why don't you do it; you're a doctor!" She was also quite aggravated. Phantom had obviously started the fire to satisfy his need for destruction, then saved the people to satisfy his need for attention.
"We don't know what to do! What if we try to use antibiotics on him and he burns worse? What if we bandage him and he floats right through?" Maddie snorted. The mental image of Dr. Williams applying bandages to an intangible ghost was an amusing concept. "Please, Maddie. We want to help, but we need yours."
She smiled. Williams was a family friend, and he was usually pretty conservative on ghosts. She might as well humor him.
"Fine. I'll be there in a bit." On the other end of the phone, Williams sighed and thanked her. Maddie rolled her eyes. Well, lets get this over with.
"You can't take that into a hospital," an annoyed receptionist greeted Maddie as severely as she could muster. Maddie was in her jumpsuit, cradling a bazooka and carrying one small ectogun.
"Can I speak with Dr. Williams?" Maddie was impatient. The receptionist got a microphone and drawled out, "Doctor Williams, to the front desk. Doctor Williams, to the front desk. Maddie Fenton is here to see you." She looked at her for a moment, then returned to her computer. Soon, the doctor arrived.
"Ah, it's good to see you." He motioned her to walk with him, and they started off down the corridor. "How's the family?"
"Good. I'm here, so what do you want me to do?"
"First off, give the bazooka to one of the interns; you are here to help him, not destroy him!" Maddie sighed and handed the large firearm to a mildly confused nurse.
"Where is he?" Maddie was now bothered. The receptionist was rude to her, and now she only had one weapon.
"Over here."
They arrived at an nondescript room. She read the name on the door. Patricia Clay. Maddie stared at Williams. He shrugged.
"Phantom doesn't think he needs a room. In fact, he's just visiting some of the people in that building he rescued this morning."
She slowly pushed open the door. Her first view was of a young girl asleep in a hospital bed, her face and shoulder covered in burns. Maddie shuddered to think what would have happened if her children had been inside that building. She stepped a little more into the dimly lit room. With a quick glance, Maddie acquired the knowledge that she had already suspected.
Phantom was gone.