So yeah. This is from 'Chatting to Chat,' the bit where tonsillitis comes in. I don't know why I torture Danny so much. I just like the idea of a superhero not being super all the time. And having normal problems. Because Danny's still a kid, guys.

So...here you go. Oh, and a shout out to my friend Amy, who recently had her tonsils out...heh, a shout out to someone who quite literally cannot shout. Heh. Sorry Amy.

Oh, and Status: Well, it's adoptable if you can think of anything you want to do with it...not a lot to work with, here.

-Phanny

Doctor's Office waiting rooms had never really bothered Maddie Fenton on their own. She was used to sterile, busy environments - she worked in a lab herself, albeit it was her own. No, she hated doctor's offices because whenever she was there (at least, not for a check-up), it meant that something was wrong with either her or one of her family members. She turned the page of her outdated magazine that lay in her lap with one hand, the other stroking her ailing son's hair as he leaned against her shoulder (something he didn't normally do), half-asleep, his breathing raspy and coughing ever so often.

Danny had been sick for a few days so far, and Maddie had made an appointment with his doctor when she realized that whatever was ailing him probably wasn't going to go away on its own. He had been plagued with a sore throat and had lost his voice, and his coughs sounded so deep and painful that his mother couldn't help but worry. Before he'd lost his voice, he'd mentioned having trouble swallowing, and he had a fever.

"Fenton?" The nurse called, and Maddie shook her son out of his stupor and helped him up out of his seat. He opened a pair of bleary blue eyes, and they themselves almost begged her, "please don't make me get up, I want to sleep."

They were directed into a room and given the standard "the doctor will be right with you." Danny, even though he hated examination tables for some reason, gratefully took the chance to lay down. Maddie saw the dark circles beneath his eyes and didn't blame him. The door to the room opened, and Danny's doctor, Dr. Harrison, walked into the room with his usual kind smile. He took a look at Danny and gently nudged his shoulder, prodding the teen to open his eyes.

"Hey, Danny," he said gently, "what's eatin' you today?"

Maddie explained Danny's ailments to the doctor, seeing as Danny couldn't talk, and Dr. Harrison's smile turned into a calculating frown.

"All right, can you sit up?" Danny nodded, doing so slowly. "Okay, open wide. That's it…" Dr. Harrison winced, "looks like tonsillitis again. This is about the third time you've had it in the last two years. It really stinks, doesn't it?"

Danny just nodded.

"All right, well, I'm going to go ahead and give you the usual antibiotics, but this is getting to be what we call 'chronic.' Now you need to come see me for a follow-up in about a week, but I think we may have to consider taking those things out. They're certainly not doing you any good."

Maddie saw how Danny froze.

'Waitwaitwait…getting them out means surgery, surgery involves cutting, tonsils are in my throat, they would be cutting my throat, one wrong cut could be…nononononoNO! No surgeries! I'm fine! Just give me the meds, you quack!'

Danny wanted to protest, but any attempt was lost in a wild fit of coughing.

A small rant:

For people who say that Danny is not affected regular pain (Dash's punches, bullet wounds (seriously, bullet wounds?), etc.) ...how does that work? He's experienced worse things sure, but still...we've all experienced way worse things than paper cuts, but when you do get one, it still hurts like shit. Just because you've experienced worse pain doesn't mean that stuff that hurt before doesn't still hurt later on.

/rant

I'm done.