Danny woke up slowly and painfully. He registered right away that he was laying on something soft and comfortable. Something he hadn't had the luxury of in a very long time. Which wasn't where he was supposed to be. He should be a roof somewhere, right? Danny slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the white wall in front of him. His heat leapt into his throat as he had a moment of panic. Oh, god had they caught him again. Oh, god please no. No not again. He had just gotten away from them. Please don't let him be with them again. He can't take any more of that torture.

Then after a few minutes of sheer panic he made himself calm down. No, think rationally Fenton, this wasn't a GIW facility. While the walls were white, it wasn't the complete lack of color white that was standard for all things in the GIW. The walls were more of an off white, which calmed him down a bit. Also, if the GIW did have him he wouldn't be on a soft, comfortable bed. No, he would be on the ground. He looked around and noticed the door was open and there were no electrified bars on the windows, so no, definitely not a GIW facility. Which still left the question, where was he?

Danny's second biggest worry popped up. Had someone somehow found him and taken him to a hospital? If he was in a hospital they would big problem. If they ran any blood test the GIW would be on him at any moment. He knew for a fact they kept an ear out for anything ghost related over the government chatter. For a few seconds, he almost panicked again, but he forced the panic down. He had to stay calm, no panic attacks. Danny listened and notice the lack of noise around him. It was way too quiet to be a hospital. So, once again he was safe; for the moment at least. All in all, it brought up the same question, just where was he?

Danny tried to access his ghost half. He felt the rings try to form but spluttered out before they were even really there. He must have really strained his core if he couldn't access his ghost half. Not being able to go ghost could be really bad though. It left him completely defenseless. Sure, he could try to fight a little bit, but Fenton wouldn't be a threat to anybody. Especially not with how weak he was. He needed to be able to turn into Phantom, and as soon as possible. He needed to get somewhere off the grid, and safe, until his core got its strength back.

Danny tried to move out of the bed, but stopped immediately because of the hot searing pain on his chest. Right they had performed another vivisection on him, he had almost forgotten about that. Well more like he had been trying to force the memory away. He had been awake for the whole thing and they had used ectoranium coated tools. Which was why his chest hadn't healed up yet. At least it hadn't gotten infected, or it didn't feel infected. Since he didn't hear anyone close to him he settled into the bed for now, he kept an ear open though. He always kept an ear open, he didn't want anyone to get close to him without him being prepared. He needed to think, what was the last thing that happened? He had managed so save up enough energy to use his wail to blast a hole through the lab wall. He had been flying a really long time, longer than he ever had in the past. Especially since he was extremely hurt and had just used his wail, which takes a lot of energy. To be honest he was surprised he was able to keep going. His best guess was that the sheer will to live and get away kept him going. So, what had he done after that? He closed his eyes and focused, where had he ended up? Lots of light, he remembered that. New York! That's right he had somehow flown all the way to New York city. So, he was somewhere in New York, that was a start at least. Not that it narrowed down much though. Danny sunk his head further into the pillow and opened his eyes. What happened after he got to New York? It was all a blur, he had been so tired. He stared intently at the ceiling for a few minutes before it all suddenly came back to him. The birds had made I'm fall through the roof he had been trying to land on. So, whoever's house he had fallen into, they had helped patch him up.

Actually, to be honest, this was the best he has felt in the longest time. All of his wounds were properly stitched up and bandages. He had gotten enough stitches in his hero carrier from Sam to be able to feel whoever had done it, had done it properly.

"Hey kid, are you alright?"

Danny's eyes went wide. He hadn't heard him coming at all. Danny shot upright only to gasp in pain and fall back down.

Danny let out a groan before saying "Do I look alright?"

"Well to be honest. No. You look like crap. Though you do look a lot better than when you fell through of the roof. At least you're not leaving blood stains around now. Speaking of falling through the roof, so how did you do that exactly?" the man asked.

Danny looked to the side of the man. He didn't really want to talk to the man. He didn't know if he could trust him. The man could be saving him though, and he didn't want to rude. His sister had taught him better than that. He decided to just change the subject "Are you the one who patched me up?" he asked quietly.

The man narrowed is eyes at the obvious topic change but humored him "No that was all Brucie. I'll warn you now kid, I'm not know for my tact. That green stuff in your blood, what was it? And who the hell cut you open like that?"

Danny flinched a bit. If the man really didn't know he really shouldn't tell him. Deciding to just keep silent Danny looked to his lap and clenched his teeth together. He didn't want to bring a normal person into this. Who knows what the GIW would do to someone who attempting to help him. Yeah, he didn't really want to find out. So, Danny made a resolve to just not say another word. He and the other person could at least claim they didn't know anything. The GIW had shown in the past that they had no thought for civilians in the crossfire.

Danny saw the man's face contort in slight anger at his silence, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to be the cause of more pain. He absolutely refused.