I remember the city flickering from one reality to the next. That was around the time I collapsed.
I fainted, and woke up in the hospital. I wondered if the Ghost King, Pariah Dark, had won out in the end, or if it had been Danny Phantom who beat him.
Desperate for an answer, I hobbled to the window and sucked a breath in. Blue Sky.
The hero had prevailed.
"Hey mind closing that?"
I turned, and noticed a classmate, Danny Fenton, lying in the hospital bed next to mine.
He smiled at me as I dropped the blinds and wheeled myself over.
"So what are you in for?" Danny said jokingly.
I smiled a little. "I'm always here. That's probably why you don't know me from school. I'm usually here. For treatments."
Danny looked at me sadly. "I-I...sorry, I guess."
I shrugged. "Not your fault. Pretty cool though. I got to see Danny Phantom as he flew off to save us. Before I..."
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Danny saw it then. The light skittering around her fingers.
Was this girl a ghost?
He put his hand to his mouth. No ghost sense.
Then what...
"You're hurt. Mind if I take a look?" Kuri wheeled over and found the wound in his chest where Pariah Dark had struck him.
Silver light pooled out of her fingers and sank into the wound, healing him.
Danny caught her hand in his. "What...did you do?"
Kuri chuckled. "What's the matter Danny? Haven't you ever met a priestess?"