Yay! Third chapter o v o

Danny regretted everything he had ever ate that day as he barfed out everything in the toilet. He felt absolutely miserable and wanted it to just stop so he could feel better. When his stomach was as calm as it was going to get, he flushed the toilet and staggered back. He had needed to eat and have some water, but apparently, he couldn't keep even the water down. He went over to the sink and rinsed out his mouth and splash water on his face. Feeling only slightly better, he looked up into the mirror. He almost didn't recognized himself. He had dark bruises under his eyes and he almost seemed skinnier. Of course, he wasn't sure if he truly was or if that was just how he felt. Even his black hair seemed limp.

He left the bathroom and into his own to lie in bed until Sam and Tucker came to pick him up to go exploring through the dumpsters. They had went into the Ghost zone to figure out why Danny hadn't been able to go ghost, since the Ghost Portal almost always seem as if it has the answers that's ghost related. However, during their visit, they had found that Library place. Danny frowned, thinking about it. He had never seen that place before and it bothered him. Especially how it vanished when they left. Or the books that seemed to be about everything. Was it like those story books where it's there for 'those in need'? That sure would be nice, but Danny doubted it.

A knocking at the front door interrupted his thought process. Knowing that it was Sam and Tucker, he grabbed his ghost thermos and headed to the door. However, he hid the thermos when he past his parents. They stressed and worry enough when he goes to take care of a ghost and he wasn't in the mood to deal with her fussing over him. However, it seemed as if his luck failed him again when he turned a corner right into his mother. He cursed inwardly, quickly hiding the thermos. "Hi there, Danny!" she happily chirped but the smile vanished when she got a closer look at him. "Danny, are you okay?" she asked, reaching to take his temperature.

He dodged out of the way with a smile. "Good as can be, mom!" he said as he made his way to the door. But somehow, she managed to grab his arm before he could escape. She felt his forehead and shook her head.

"Danny, you are burning up! Go march right upstairs and get your behind to bed!" she chastised him. She was blocking his way to the front door, his only escape.

"But mom-"

"No buts! Now go," she said in a firm motherly voice. He sighed, annoyed. They didn't had a backdoor and he couldn't sneak through his mom. Now that she knows he's sick, she won't step away from the front door. A while ago, it was made clear that if she said he had to stay in his bedroom and he used his ghost powers to leave (unless it was for a good reason), she'll put up the ghost shield. So she wasn't worried about that.

He laid in his bed, trying to figure out what to do. He pulled out his cellphone and called Sam. He listened to the dial tone until she picked it up. "What is it, Danny?"

"I'm stuck. My parents has confined in my room and I can't get out," Danny explained. He heard her cursed under he breathe.

"Okay, hang on, I'll see what I can do. Keep your window open."

They hanged up and Danny opened his window. It was a wonderful view of a brick wall and an alleyway covered in who knows what. He walked back to his bed, curling up on the blankets. Eventually, he actually fell asleep, his body being exhausted. He woke up to Sam hissing his named. Confused he rolled over to look at the door. His confusion grew when he saw the door still shut. When he heard his name again, he rolled over to the window this time. Her head was showing through, holding onto the window frame for balance.

"Come on, hurry up," she said, impatience growing in her voice.

She disappeared and Danny walked over to the window to look out of it. Under the window, there was a long ladder propped against the house. Sam and Tucker was grinning at the bottom. Gulping the nervousness down, he slowly crawled out and down the ladder. Multiple times, he had to stop and wait for his dizziness to go away. He had forgotten how much of a pain having a fever was. When he was safely on the floor, he stepped back and grin at the two with his one eyebrow raised.

They got the silent message and Tucker rose his hand. "It was my idea."

The trio walked over to Sam's parked car and got in. They let Danny sit in front of help with the nausea and Tucker sat in the back. Starting her car, they started the trip to the dumpsters.

"Okay, Sam had sent me the coordinates of the dumps so I have them with me right now," Tucker explained, gesturing to his PDA. "There are three in this town that's known for it's messiness, so we'll go there."

Danny furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Why the messiest?"

Sam glanced at him before looking back at the road. "You fell asleep. Litherians likes to be in messy places. I don't know, maybe it likes it for something. Anyways, that's our best bet."

He frowned. He thought this would be easy and fast. But then again, when has it ever been easy and fast? He sighed and sank lower in his seat. He was not in the mood to be digging through trash. In the back, Tucker started rotating his PDA, also frowning. Finally, not able to contain it, he looked up to the other two. "Okay, this is bothering me. If it knows that it's being hunted, and I mean if, wouldn't it go hide in the ghost zone for something?"

Sam also frowned, "Good point. Who knows?"

An hour later, Danny wasn't sure because he had fallen asleep, they finally arrive at the first dumpster. They stepped out of the parked car and looked around. Danny couldn't help but gag at the smell, his stomach being sensitive. They couldn't see any signs of movement or anything. Danny went to the right, Sam went straight, and Tucker to the left. He looked around, chuckling. "There's enough boxes, I'm surprised that the-"

"Beware!"

Danny and Sam both glared at Tucker before turning to the voice. The Box Ghost was floating in front of a box army, his arms raised in the typical manner. He was about to start flinging the boxes to them when Danny cried, "Wait!" The ghost eyed the trio suspiciously.

"Why?"

"Because . . ." Danny started weakly. He looked over to Tucker and Sam, silently pleading for help.

"Because he's weak right now!" Sam piped in. The ghost looked at her in confusion while the two boys stared at her in horror. Why was she telling him that? "He's weak right now," she continued, "so the fight will be unfair. If he's in a better strength later, you can fight him and even shove him in a box!" she finished happily.

The ghost kept staring at her, thinking over what she said. He liked the sound of stuffing Phantom in a box but he wasn't sure if he wanted to wait. He eyed Danny before coming to his decision. Ooh, he'll have fun with him later. "Beware!" he shouted before vanishing. All his boxes fell back down to the ground, some bursting apart due to them being in a bad quality. The three stared at the boxes in disgust. They were almost glad that they didn't have to fight them; they did not want those disgusting things touching them.

They continue searching the dumpster for anything else. Halfway through, Danny was swaying on his feet and was forced to go sit in the car. He complained, but not whole heartily. He felt miserable and wanted to go home. The only thing that was keeping him searching was the fact that if not stopped, this ghost would attack others too. That is, if it hadn't already. They finished, decided that besides the Box Ghost, there were no other ghost in this dump.

They got in the car and started driving to the other one, which was a good three hours away. Danny and Tucker had switch spots so Danny could sleep in the back. His fever was getting higher and Sam and Tucker were immensely concern. Once in a while, he'll groan in his sleep but then stay quiet. After two hours, however, Danny suddenly sat up and told them to pull over. The tone in his voice scared Sam and she did so as soon as she could. When they were pulled over, Danny open the door and empty his stomach on the road. Sam was watching him, wishing she could do something besides watch. Tucker was slowly growing a shade greener as each minute passed. Eventually his stomach calmed and he stopped. Thoroughly grossed out, Tucker handed him a water bottle to rinse his mouth and to clean up. Danny grunted in appreciation before doing so.

"Dude, keep it."

Danny soon fell asleep again as they continue the car ride to the second Dumpster. An hour arrived and Sam parked the car. This one, much to their joy, was a lot cleaner, however bigger. It didn't even smelled as bad. They walked around, spending less time to look through this one. If it wasn't at the last one, then it wouldn't be here, either. They took a break next to Sam's car, Sam stretching from walking and driving all day. It was getting late and Sam and Tucker needed to call their parents to let them know that they'll be late tonight. Danny, however, just cringed at the thought. Instead, he decided to call Jazz. He had a higher chance of counting on Jazz to not freak out than with his parents.

"Danny? Where are you?" she asked, concern.

"I'm fine, Jazz, don't worry. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be late tonight. Don't let the parents know, please?"

She groaned at the thought. "What do I tell them?"

Danny shrugged, but then realized she couldn't see it. "I don't know. Make an excuse."

"Like what?" she cried, desperation in her voice.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're doing a therapy session with me, okay? Bye," he said, hanging up before she had a chance to argue. He just knew that she was cursing his name at that moment, but he didn't care. Tucker raised an eyebrow before shrugging at Danny.

"Well, I'm hungry! Why don't we get some food. Nasty Burger, anyone?" Sam declared, happily. Tucker nodded, happy with that idea. However, the food literally sounded nasty to Danny.

"I think I'll pass."

They drove to a Nasty Burger that was fortunately near by. Tucker and Sam left Danny in the car as they ordered. He didn't want to go in; he was afraid that he'll step in the store and immediately barf on the floor in there. He had a feeling that the people wouldn't appreciate that. After a few minutes, Sam and Tucker walked back to the car. Sam scooted next to Danny in the back and handed him a paper towel with ice. "Here, that should help the fever."

He murmured his thanks before pressing his against his forehead. It helped the fever, but his already hurting head didn't like it. He laid back, eyes closed, and focused on the cold feeling from the ice. Sam started driving again, leaving Danny in the back to continue to lie down. "You know what?" he asked in that tone where it wasn't really a question but rather a statement. "This really sucks," he grumbled. Tucker chuckled.

"I know it does, man."