Wow! I've been so bad with writing and updating these past few months. I updated all stories in 2023. Then I've written a oneshot for Harry Potter, one for fault in our stars (in memory of my grandmother who passed in March) a oneshot for the dumping ground and two for once upon a time. Those three last and a two-shot for manifest were for my birthday in June. Anyway, here I am now so I hope that I can finish this story without leaving you hanging for months again.

Anyway, enough about that.

Thanks to Rachel. r. steiner for reviewing.

Told from Denny's point of view.

It gave me a strange feeling when I- in some sort of half-conscious state and my body burning hot lied on several ice packs…

All morning I was zoning in and out of consciousness. I probably wouldn't even have known time was passing by more than a few minutes if it hadn't been for the clock that was in the middle of my field of view when I looked right up. Before I looked up further to see if my granddad was still there (he was) and I zoned out again.

Doc had made a promise that he'd make sure I got the best care coming here. But a hospital was a hospital, an ER was always an ER. And it was, like always filled with people rushing back and forth.. Noises of voices and alarms, I had been put to wait by the edge of a hallway and I wasn't about to make more noise and force someone to care for me.

All I wanted was to sleep really. And that wasn't hard.

A bit after noon I woke up fully for the first time since yesterday. I didn't know why, maybe it was just the fact that each time I woke up and had checked the clock and if my granddad was still there, there was nothing else for me to do and concentrate than to try and sleep again….

"I'll go see if I can find something to eat." In the same moment I started looking around, Doc got up, from where he sat all of a sudden. "Sandwiches or yoghurt or anything that I can bring here for you too. I wouldn't eat just yet though. In case you might have to have an MRI…" He kept mumbling to himself as he continued. "…But of course, that's if you had to have an MRI of your stomach… Anyway, I'll bring something back."

"You don't have to do that." I mumbled. "water's fine…"

"Your body can't fight this infection if it's working on an empty tank."

Without waiting for any protests Doc turned and hurried down the hallway towards the cafeteria. As I followed his back and he left I wondered for just a second whether I should tell him that I was so much more ill than what he knew.

Maybe what had just happened should be a sign that I should have already told him. Maybe it was a sign I had to take better care of myself.

Or maybe I just needed to do that last.

"So…" A Latin-American, young doctor suddenly came up to me. "Denny Butler?" I nodded. "I'm sorry you've had to wait. There's been an accident and we got about twenty new, critical patients, all at once. Anyway. My name is Dr. Ramirez and I will be taking care of you…. Now, as I've understood your grandfather have requested an MRI of the brain since you have no history of seizures until today. But now, MRI's aren't a particularly nice experience. So we were wondering what to do… and… we were thinking that since you already have Huntington's disease. There is no reason to believe there is something else behind this than what we already know. Now, you've had two seizures today. But if you have two more, not caused by a fever, hitting your head or something else of that matter. We will leave it at this today. Now… we need to bring your temperature down, but we also know you live in the same house as a doctor?" I nodded as much as I could. "Well, like I said we're going to try and bring your temperature down. But I think you'll be able to go home already tonight or tomorrow."

My head was spinning enough from seizures and what had happened earlier today, now- with what the doctor told me felt like it made everything fifty times worse.

I didn't feel nauseas, but at the same time it wouldn't have surprised me in the slightest I had suddenly started throwing up right then and there.

"Well. Just let us know if you need anything more."

Dr. Ramirez left my side and my spinning world, then before I knew it my grandfather was standing right by me. And I didn't have to ask him about anything. I could see on the expression on his face that he had heard what Dr. Ramirez said.

"So…" He felt my forehead and seemed downright hurt. "Huntington's disease?"

Random fact

Having to wait because there are so many other patients more critical than you- ugh! Been there, done that!

When the doctor was given a name I was watching manifest.