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It has been nearly two hours since I talked to Percy. I talked it with Sally, but she told me to wait a little longer. I was worried about Percy, but mostly how Sally acted so casual about all this. Paul had set up the air mattress, and even bought a plastic dresser to put on the side. I tried to help him, but every time my thoughts would trail off to the accident. This caused me to fall through everything. Eventually, he told me it wasn't a big deal. He was even pleased to help me, although, I could see something in his eyes.

"If you need anything at all please come to Sally or I," he smiled before he left.

"Thank you," I gave him a genuine smile.

I unpacked my stuff, making sure to hide my ghost hunting equipment in the socks, or really anything. It all stopped when I found my pictures of everyone I love. They were really all gone. 'It's all my fault. If I could have saved them in time,' I thought. Jaz would have told me it wasn't my fault, then say something nerdy that I couldn't understand. This brought a slight smile to my face. Then, I heard some weird sounds coming from the bathroom. As I walked over there, I found that it was Percy making most of the sounds with a sweet(yet commanding) sound.

"Percy?" I started to twist the handle, but it was locked, of course.

"I have to go. Please be careful next time. Don't forget, okay?" the voice said. This triggered a thought in my mind that made me feel stupid. I could obviously turn intangible, as I did. What I saw next was one of the biggest shocks.

A swirl of greens, yellows, blues, and purples was slowly disappearing in the bath tub. Percy was holding his belly while it still bled, but it was obvious that it magically healed to half the size of the the original gash. I turned tangible as he was still looking at the bath tub. It took him a while to look back at me where he screamed at the sight of us being less than a foot apart. "What are you doing in here?" He asked.

"I was worried about you. I know a bit about getting hurt myself. Can I look at it?" I replied.

"Sure. Can you get some bandades, neosporin, and anything else that is to be needed?"

As soon as he said that, I ran to our room where I took a few supplies. I packed a lot, which would normally last someone a lifetime, or a week in my case. When I came back he was sitting on the shut toilet eating a wierd browny looking snack. He took off his shirt to show it was barely bleeding. In the front of my mind was trying to figure this guys out, what he is hiding, and why he gets hurt so often.

"I'm fine, Danny," he gave me a small grin that said he did something bad.

"How?" I yelled.

"I can't tell you...," he wispered. I looked at his sea green eyes full of the same thing I feel everyday, everyone wanting to know how I get hurt, why I am rarely around, or any sort of trouble I have gotten in trouble due to ghost. I took the supplied back where they were, then we both went to the dinning room to get him some food while we digusse plans for my stay, school, and some other things that I didn't really understand.