Fenton's POV

As I sat in the chair by the operating room waiting for Sam, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Mr. Manson. "Hello Sir. Where's my parents and your wife?" I asked innocently. For some reason he glared at me and said, "Tell me, what really happened? Sam has been going to your house since she was 2 and she learned how to descend your stairs before she could even walk!" Mr. Manson spewed at me. I suddenly had an almost uncontrollable urge to rip his heart out. Strange, because I had never really ever been angry. But I calmly said, "Mr. Manson, accidents happen." Manson then actually grabbed the collar of my shirt and then I grabbed his arm, and threw him down the hall? I don't know who was more surprised! Him or myself. I look at my hands and ran outside. As I ducked into a discreet side street, I saw my parents pulling up in the parking lot across the lot. Luckily they didn't see me. I decided I needed to clear my head and walked towards the pond in the forest. Inside the hospital, Sam's father was blabbing to Danny's parents about Danny's sudden burst of strength. Before Jack could brand it ghost activity, Maddie just dubbed it as a rush of adrenaline. She then warned him to not ever put Danny under pressure like that. Mr. Manson shook his head and said, "There's something up with that boy." They then walked down the hall toward the cafe, no one thinking "where's Danny."

In the alley, I was sitting on a cardboard box, thinking. Should I run away? Should I get a doctor? Should I tell my parents? Should I further explore my condition? What should I do? I really wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Then I heard a voice. It whispered, "Hello Danny." Before I blacked out, I screamed.