Sam Manson felt absolutely horrible.

Her entire body ached like she had been repeatedly punched and tortured for three days straight, and it was, admittedly, not the best feeling in the world. Her head continued to pound despite the excess amounts of Ibuprofen and Excedrin that she shoved down her throat in desperate attempts to numb the pain, and she hadn't had the energy to get out of bed (besides to go to the bathroom) ever since the Undergrowth incident.

Sam was downright miserable, and it wasn't letting up. At any rate, she was going to have to head off to the hospital and get treated. Despite her research, Sam wasn't able to find what she had come down with, seeing as searching "being mind-controlled by a plant and the after effects" didn't reap many responses from Web MD.

She just hoped it ended soon.

A soft knock sounded from her window and she made a moaning sound that hardly sounded like the grumbling acceptance she was going for. Danny phased through her wall anyhow, green eyes blinking in the darkness of her bedroom. He made to turn on the light.

"Don't you dare, Daniel Fenton," Sam choked out, her own head pounding at the effort it took to mutter a mere five words.

Danny adjusted and headed towards Sam's bed instead, sitting down at the end and sinking slightly into the mattress. "How are you feeling?" He whispered, conscious of the sound of his own echoing voice.

"How do you think I'm feeling?" Sam queried, glancing up at his darkened shadow.

"I brought you flowers," he muttered, ignoring her previous question. "They're the ones that still have their roots. I know you don't like the cut ones."

Sam hummed, grinning slightly. "Thank you. Just set them down on my nightstand, alright?"

"Okay. Are you feeling any better than you were two days ago? Because if you feel worse, you should probably go to the doctor's or somethi—holy shit Sam how are you doing that?"

She hissed when Danny raised his voice, twisting her fist into her blankets. "Doing what?" she whispered, eyes squeezed shut.

Something that felt suspiciously like a leaf brushed against her face and she recoiled. "Danny, stop that!"

"I'm not doing anything! The plant is growing by itself!"

Sam opened her eyes, saw giant tulip petals inches from her nose, and spooked. The tulips withered a bit upon her fright, retreating back into the pot on her bedside table.

"Holy canoli," Sam whispered, sitting up in bed despite her protesting body. Her head burst into pain and she whimpered involuntarily, the tulips in the pot faltering in their movement momentarily. "Am I doing that?"

"I think so," Danny muttered, cautiously approaching the pot. "It must be, like, residual ectoplasmic energy from you being controlled. That's probably why you're so sick; your body is trying to fight against it."

"Peachy," Sam muttered, laying her head on her pillow. "Any chance that it'll end soon?"

"Yeah. You just gotta wait until the ectoplasm wears out, I guess. But, hey, in the meantime, you can control plants."

"Yay," Sam deadpanned. She nuzzled her face against her pillow, falling deeper and deeper into sleep.

"Sam?"

She didn't respond.

"Okay, then. Goodnight." Sam listened as Danny's faint footfalls headed for the window and disappeared suddenly.

She fell asleep moments afterward.

i'm so fricking tired you don't even understand i could actually fall asleep right here right now and i don't know why like i need to write about seven of these today and seven of these tomorrow if i wanna get done tomorrow but i have work and im just so vfrehgvureguoeog i'm so tired like i keep yawning and i'm actually like crying because i'm yawning so much i don't even know how to explain to you how tired i am i think it's because i recently switched medications idk

pls review i literally might pass out at this keyboard at any second

ps i think it's really funny how these oneshots went from like 1k+ to 500 words REAL quick lmao

send help

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