Heal

Maddie told Jack to wait in the kitchen as she calmly made her way upstairs to Danny's room. He was laying with his back to her and she hesitated a moment before walking through the door.

"Danny," she said gently, noting how he stiffened but didn't turn.

"I'm okay, Mom," he told her. "Don't worry about me."

"That cut is really deep," Maddie told her son gently, skirting around the issue of the ectoplasmic blood, which was still splattered on the kitchen floor. "You need to have it looked at."

"I'm fine," Danny told her as he buried his head beneath his pillow, as his stomach churned. "Please just leave me alone."

Maddie sat down on the bed. "Let me see your hand, Danny," she ordered firmly. Danny didn't move so she resorted to tapping his shoulder.

"Don't be a baby," she chided softly in the voice she used when he was younger and refused first aid because he was afraid of the sting of the antiseptic she used. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

"Mom," Danny said calmly then took a deep breath. "I'm fine. It was just a little scratch."

"Mmm," Maddie agreed as she tapped his shoulder. Danny finally rolled over and looked into his mother's stern violet eyes.

"Can't we just forget about this?" he asked. "Pretend it didn't happen? Imagine you saw nothing?"

"Sorry, Danny," she answered as she patiently held out her hand. "No dice on that one. This is just something, as your mother, I cannot in good conscience ignore."