Danny Phantom Doctor's Disorders Novels & Stories

His Doctor was instructing. Betty stood on the glass door staring at how the doctor were handling him with great care. Up to now she still didn’t know what was wrong with him, but she had an idea that it must be some mental issues. She was thinking of who she could ask for an explanation when his mother appeared on her side. “Darling, I am so sorry you have to find out like this. My son have always been a strong person but this has always been his problem. He has tried as much as he could to hide it but to no avail. The disease always comes back to haunt him.”

He asked panicking as he parked the car on the road and turned to look at me seriously searching for any sign of discomfort? I couldn't help but laugh at his attitude"No, I'm not feeling any of that Danny, stop taking the Doctor's word too seriously. I'm still in the early stage to crave anything” He relaxes as he reversed the car back on the road"if you are not feeling anything, what is then wrong with you?". "Our parents?” I reply as I said those two words that carry a heavy issue. "Oh!" Danny suddenly exclaim." that's true” “What do you think we are going to do now?"I ask with panic evidence in my voice.

He just rubbed the corners of his wet eyes. “Don’t worry, he can be trusted. He can’t be a spy for our enemies,” Alex tried to reassure Dante. “Can I be handled?” Dante whispered, feeling frustrated and pessimistic. “Let’s see.” Alex finally pulled out his cell phone and called the psychiatrist. He felt that Dante’s paranoid disorder was becoming more serious and required more serious treatment. *** The next day, the psychiatrist Alex had called finally arrived. He was a man in his forties who looked calm and mature. His name was Mr. Lewis.

Uncertainty. “Her heart rate and blood pressure are on the high side and Panic can cause a fast heart rate(tachycardia). And….” “Why are you uncertain?” Drystan’s voice rose above the air and the doctor trembled. “I… I can’t utterly conclude because the patient is… unconscious and...and I need her to answer some questions for me.” The vein across Drystan's fingers twitched. His muscles tightened against his chest. “Fucking bastard!” Drystan cursed, slamming a fist across the doctor's face before he could even think.

"This one needs stitches." Danny did not respond. He was watching Marcus Webb, the man they called Demon, sitting on another examination table across the room. A different nurse was wrapping Webb's ribs while a doctor examined his mangled ear. Webb caught Danny looking and nodded once. Respect. The fight had earned him that much. The infirmary door opened and a woman walked in.

there is a hint of happiness in his voice. "I need your help again, Doctor Webster." The Doctor adjusted his tone of voice before speaking again. "Looks like we're going to talk seriously. When and where?" "Tomorrow is also tomorrow, because I can't take the changes I'm experiencing in my body any longer. Looks like my fucking rare conditon is hitting me again" The next day, Treyton secretly returned to Manila and went straight to the Doctor's house. Again, he saw the old style design of this house that seemed to be the same age as the Doctor. It's been a long time since he last came here.

Shouldn’t he have the solution to such a tiny matter? Doctor Rene could not tolerate his straight piercing gaze and lowered his gaze. Yohan Dixon came to him and the doctor shuddered. “ I want her treated anyhow otherwise I will be the only reason for the quit of your career." It was the original Yohan Dixon whose personality resembled with mafia head. The doctor’s throat dried when he heard such a warning. “Mr Dixon, forgive me. I currently am in research on how to deal with such a disease. I will find a way to cure it. Till then, she will be under observation.”

Kael intervened and the doctor's eyes rested on us for a few more seconds before he mouthed an ‘oh’ out of realization. “Oh my goodness. My goodness, you didn't know your son died?” The doctor said with a fallen yet confused expression and I took a seat. “He had Metaphase Collapse Disorder. He was bound to die the minute he shifted and there was no cure. The Luna tried out an exhibitor in the testing process for treatment but we couldn't get that as the funding for that was directed to the Awakening Serum project.”

No, this man was a doctor, in charge of a life. “His condition is too severe, but I’m sure you’ve heard it before.” His blue eyes met hers again. “It’s a nervous disorder, wholly unknown. His wolf is fighting it, but it’s only getting worse. And at this rate, it might affect his ability to shift.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that your father is currently a danger to himself; and to others; at this point.” He lowered the clipboard. “I might have to take him into my personal care.”

I flared my hands into the air. “She needs some medical check up” Dante called out and began to mention, “from her blood pressure to her sugar level, her PVC, the whole of her body system” he took a pause and looked at the doctor, “you don’t turn a psychiatric hospital here, I would have advised that you run a test on her brain” he concluded. The doctor looked at me and asked, “has it gotten to that?” “Yes,” Dante said as he nodded his head. My mouth was opened wide, my gaze fixed on Dante like a new reveal, “why would you ask for such a thing? Why would you pivot such a lie?” I asked in my shaky voice.