DannyMay 2021. Day Five
"Doorway"
Warning for injury, blood and angst.
Jazz knocked gently on the door, trying not to startle her little brother.
"Hey, Danny, I brought your dinner, you must be hungry." She waited a minute, but there was no answer. "I will leave it here for you, if you get hungry later." She set the tray down next to the door and waiter another five minutes. "I also wanted to say… that you can count with me, you know, right? For anything, and I mean it. If there is something you want to tell me… something you need help with… I'm on your side, alright? I'm here for you, whenever you need me, for anything you need."
She took three steps t leave, but backtracked and lay her hand against the door.
"Danny, I know I don't' say it often or- or don't really show it in a proper way sometimes, but I love you, okay? I love you and that won't change no matter what, you are my little brother, it's- it's my responsibility to look after you, please… talk to me…"
Danny heard his sister walk away, sobbing quietly, but didn't move to stop her. The pain in his left arm was still too intense.
His parents had gotten a lucky shot earlier that day, hitting him in the arm with the Fenton ghost peeler
(The same parents that had put his favourite dessert on his lunch and given him a bit of extra money on his allowance that same day.)
Only his skin still needed to grow back by now, and then he would be able to clean all the blood and ectoplasm he had left on his wake in his room.
Maybe he could talk to Jazz later, calm her worries letting her help with some school issue (he had a lot of these too), so she wouldn't suspect it was a big thing.
But that would have to be tomorrow. For now, he had to stay where he was, sitting on the floor with his back against his door,
(so his parents couldn't burst in at any second and attack him)
resting.
*insert mandatory "do you wanna build a snowman" symbolism for the kid with cryokinesis*