It's day 9! Told ya guys I wanted to do another sewing thing! :D Here it is, this one has more humor. ^^ And of course it's with Sam.
(rated K+, Humor/Hurt/Comfort, Sam Manson, Pamela Manson, 228 words)
Day 9: Sam
Ever since she had seen Tucker sew Danny's wound this had gone through her head. She had felt sick at the time, almost passing out when she saw Tucker sew Danny's flesh together.
But she had to admit: it worked. Danny healed fine and after a week the only thing left was a scar. You could see it had been sewed though. Thank heavens Danny didn't freak out at all. He even said it was a good idea, asking Tucker for sewing lessons. She had been stunned, not wanting to see that ever again. Unfortunately it had happened again.
And again.
And again. Danny got in heavier fights, with stronger ghosts, and often got wounds that couldn't be treated only with bandages. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Danny needed treatment and Tucker wasn't around.
She took a deep breath and cursed herself for what she was gonna do. Then she pushed the door open and walked into the giant living room where her mother sat. Still not believing she was doing this she walked up to her.
"Mom, could you learn me how to sew?"
Her mother looked at her like she was an alien. Finally she seemed to get it wasn't a joke. She nodded with tears in her eyes and a big smile.
"Of course Sammykins!"
Sam had to remind herself she did this for Danny as her mother grabbed her sewing kit and taught Sam how to sew 'like a lady'.
And various horrible pink, frilly dresses later, Sam could finally sew.