Thank you to Chameleon for being the first to guess my favorite character. It's the Box Ghost! :) Guu!

Published March 7

Edited March 10

Danny groggily opened his eyes. He was sprawled out over an unknown ground, Bloody ectoplasm ran past his lips and dripped down his face, staining the still unknown ground below him. His black bangs fell over his icy blue orbs, looking up at the cloudy sky above, green blobs surrounding his vision. In the distance, he heard incoherent shouting and rustling of leaves in the light wind.

Danny tried to get up, wincing as the bleeding cut on his back. His lip was split, thanks. The crash probably broke at least a few ribs. Crash? Ohhh right, crash. Ugh, I feel hungover. Not that I've ever done that, Danny thought sourly. A metallic taste fill his mouth, realizing it was blood. All Danny could do was sit here, helplessly; and he hated that.

All Danny could do was stare up at the puffy clouds above, tracing back in his memories to try and decipher where he was. It took awhile, but he felt the grassy floor below him, his suspicions being confirmed. Great, he was in the forest.

A moan escaped his lips, along with a blue mist. His ghost sense. Great timing, Danny thought. Luckily, the ghost didn't show up (yet. He may have seen one, though, he was just too tired to see it.)

"-Lerie!...Don't b-... Danny!" the disjointed shouting had become a bit clearer. Danny perked up when he heard his name, attempting to get up again. Failed. So all he could do was wait. Wait… wait… wait…

(Linebreaker)

"Valerie!" Sam yelled. Dang, she's stupid! Looking under a rock? "We're trying to find Danny, not lose braincells!" This mostly (Key word here: mostly) stupid fighting between rivals had been going on for about an hour, same time as the search.

"Well I'm sorry I think he may be under this boulder!" Valerie replied with the same level of volume. Valerie's curly-black hair was laced with sweat from moving stupid and unnecessary things.

They were deep in the woods while looking for Danny. A few leaves around had the distinct look of bloody ectoplasm, but it really could be even Vlad's (not that he was out here anyways… But I'll never tell).

"Valerie! Any ghost signatures?" Sam called from about ten yards away, examining .

"Don't be ignorant!" Valerie called back. She jumped up and her hoverboard appeared under her feet, new suit consuming the teenager. "Of course I'm getting a ghost signature. It's just all over the place!" the now notable beeping from Valerie's arm now calling rapidly. The satellite moved around, locking on one point before going haywire again. Valerie banged it, and it went back to the little place in her arm where it stored itself. The two teenage girls audiobully groaned.

Jack randomly shot an ecto-blaster in the air, sending the artificial ectoplasm flying the air, landing somewhere to the left. "Mads, can I have a cookie?" he asked. Maddie sighed and gave him a cookie.

"Danny!" Sam shouted. No response. Cursing under her breath, Sam started to walk to the Specter Speeder to get something. She emerged again with the BOOmerang.

"How's that going to help us find Danny? That tracks ghosts not humans!"

Without a word, she flung it towards the trees. It continued.

"Follow that stupidly named device!" Sam said, pointing in the direction of most-likely Danny.

"Hey! I named that!" Jack replied saddly.

"That's why it's stupid," Sam muttered under her breath, mostly to herself. Jack looked hurt but everyone jogged (well, Valerie flew and Jack slowed) to the destination.

(Linebreaker)

Most of Danny's smaller wounds had healed over already, but the larger one on his back still bled slightly, pooling up and soaking his shirt. Danny was trying to decipher whether the clouds above looked like dogs or crocodiles when the BOOmerang hit him square in the face.

"Ow!" Danny exclaimed softly, rubbing the soon-to-be bruise. He picked it up and examined it, guessing it came from the right. It was covered in leaves and a little bit of murky water but was still okay, ready to be used again.

"DANNY!" Sam shouted from the same direction of the BOOmerang. It was faint, but clear.

"SAM?" he replied as loud as he could muster. He didn't think about how dry his mouth was. Wincing at the now-larger injury on his back hurt even more from the moving around, he tried to get up again. Erg, there were tiny grass blades were infecting it, slowly healing over with grass still in them; ouch.

Rustling of leaves and pounding of combat boots against rocks came closer. Took you long enough, Danny thought commercially.

"Danny!" Valerie and Sam said at the same time. Danny grinned.

"Oh, so you both love me now?" Danny assumed.

"Danny, we need to clean your wounds!" Maddie finally pushed past the bickering teenagers to kneel down over her baby boy; he was covered in blood and ectoplasm, pooling around. Her knee became soaked as soon as she kneeled down. "This is no time to joke around!"

"Sorry, mom..." Danny muttered. Jack stepped up and brought some bandages. Maddie lifted Danny up and proceeded to clean his cuts and wrap them up.

Valerie stood behind them, arms crossed. She couldn't bring herself to see her former enemy and boyfriend. This was going to be complicated.

Sam, though, was passing Maddie more bandages and pointing out more cuts.

"Sam, can you cut away his shirt?" Maddie asked. Sam immediately (but embarrassingly) tore his away his now mostly-red t-shirt. It came off easily, throwing it to the side. It landed on Valerie.

"Agh! Sam, an aphid has better aim than you!" Valerie freaked. Sam gave her an evil eye and continued.

"There's a bruise right there," Sam pointed out. Valerie huffed.

"You never answered my question." Danny grinned. Neither girl answered. Then Maddie gasped.

"Danny, how long have you been lying here?" Maddie grimsied. "We've been searching for about an hour."

Danny shrugged. "As long as you've been looking, why?"

"You've lost too much blood, Danny! We need to get you to a hospital, or at least a blood transfer," Maddie concluded. Valerie finally looked like she was paying attention.

"No one here has my blood type, right? Mine's kinda rare; it's O negative.

Cursing under her breath, Sam spoke up. "Danny, don't freak out, but we need to take you to a hospital. You may die."

I worked really hard on this chapter so be grateful that I got it in the span of three weeks. I swear I try to update but I've been sick and I'm in my school play and all of that pointless crap you don't want to hear about. Leave me a review about what you hope will happen!

-Parker