Danny sat around the table with his family. It was one of those rare occasions where Maddie ordered the entire family to eat a homemade dinner together, which usually resulted in ectoplasmic contamination or the animation of typically non-animated things. Because of this, Danny hadn't sat down and ate a homemade dinner with his family for a few years, and he liked it that way. Avoiding his parents pestering queries and evaluating eyes was number one on his to do list every single day of the week, and, at family dinners, it was kind of difficult to do so.
Danny frowned down at the casserole in front of him, just waiting for it to become possessed by the Food Ghost or something. When nothing happened, he hesitantly took his fork and poked at it, spearing a piece and bringing it up to his awaiting mouth.
He chewed the casserole thoughtfully, listening to Jazz and Jack's happy "Mmms" of approval. Danny, however, forced himself to swallow the bite he'd been chewing and crinkled his nose in distaste. "What is this?" he queried, thoroughly disgusted. His stomach was already bringing him pain, though not too noticeable.
Maddie looked at him, eyebrow raised. "I thought you loved blood blossom casserole," she said through a mouthful of the stuff.
Danny's eyes widened. He stared down at the casserole, stomach roiling. "Say what now?"
"Is something wrong?" Jazz queried, eyebrows furrowed. She looked genuinely concerned.
"I, uh, I don't feel very good," Danny said, which wasn't a lie. He felt like his throat was closing up and like fire was running through his veins. It was getting worse with each passing second. He stood suddenly, running for the stairs and ignoring the shouts of protest from behind.
He slammed the bathroom door shut, his entire body shaking. Sweat made his hands slippery and beaded on his forehead. A steady flow of blood began dripping from his nose.
He was falling apart from the inside out.
I have to get this out of me, Danny thought, and, leaning over the toilet, he took his finger and shoved it down his swollen throat. He gagged once, twice, and then a mixture of stomach acid, blood, and that one bite of blood blossom casserole came up and he vomited into the toilet, still shaking and sweating crazily. His knees buckled underneath him and his back slammed against the bathroom wall. He distractedly wiped the red blood from his mouth and nose, forcing air through his mouth and down his swollen wind pipe.
Someone knocked on the door. "Danny?" said Jazz from through the wooden door. "Is everything alright?"
"I think I'm allergic to blood blossoms," he murmured, head bobbing against his chest. His entire form slumped against the wall and he slid down it, head coming to rest on the plushy rug covering the bathroom tile.
He fell unconscious right as his dad broke the door down.
my dad is yelling at me to come downstairs like HEY DAD HERES A WILD CONCEPT IM A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW IM SUPPOSED TO WRITE SEVEN ONESHOTS TODAY ANd I ONLY HAVE THREE DONE SO FAR PLEASE SHUT THE ACTUAL HELL UP
anyways, please review. and pray for me. i don't know how i'm gonna get anything done with this fricking family.
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