Ch. 4
Danny looked at his leg. There were six bleeding holes, and the leg was swelling. The bites were on his left leg, right under the knee. He grimaced and wrapped a bandage around his leg.
"Man, that hurts! grunt Let's go clean more," he told Sam and Tucker.
45 min. later (9:45)...
"It looks okay now, so I think we're done," Sam said.
"Yeah, that only took almost an hour!" Tucker complained.
"See you guys tomarrow. Bye!" Danny told them as he limped to the door. Sam and Tucker looked at his leg, which had already stained the bandage and some of his pants red.
"Are you sure you're okay, Danny? That leg looks pretty bad..." Tucker wondered, but Danny shook his head and told them he was fine. He let them outside, said goodbye, and went upstairs, exhausted.
Whew. Well, actually I don't feel fine. A good night's sleep should help... he thought. Neglecting the rest of his English homework, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
Later than night, at 10:30...
"I just can't believe that we missed that ghost! He was within our grasp! He just-Jack? Are you feeling okay?" Maddie, who had been moping over the loss of the ghost, was now looking concerned at Jack. "Since you came back from the house, you seem to be acting...strange. Well, more strange than usual. Are you alright?"
Jack blinked. "Yes! I'm...fine. Just...peachy. A little...erm...mad that we didn't catch that ghost. Yeah, that's it," He told her, in a shaking voice. "I just...need some sleep?"
Maddie looked at him, confused. She shook her head, exasperated, and told him to go up to bed. She sat down at the table as he went upstairs.
Jack decided to look in on Danny, just to make sure it wasn't a dream, or something like that. He opened the door slowly, to not wake Danny up. Then he looked in and saw Danny with the light that was coming from the door.
Danny was sleeping like any teen would, on his stomach. But he had no cover on him and his bloody leg showed up against his sheet. It had bled completely through his pant leg (he hadn't changed, remember?). Jack just stared at the leg. Then Danny shivered in a mixture of pain and coldness, and Jack shakingly took the cover and put it over Danny. He left, just as scared as before.
Next morning...
Danny woke up and immidietly wished he hadn't. He felt sticky and hot, and his leg was still bloody. It was stuck to the sheet with dry blood. (eww) He tried to pull it off, and managed to, not without a lot of pain. He got out of bed and changed, throwing out his ruined jeans. He then limped downstairs, trying to hide his leg as much as possible.
"Good morning Danny. We didn't find any ghost last night. The furry devil got away! But it sounded dangerous anyway. Want a waffle?" his mom asked.
"Err(ouch)... sure. Thanks," Danny said as he got his bad leg completely hidden under the table. If they find out about my leg, Danny thought, How do I explain where I got it from?!? But he didn't notice his dad staring right at his leg and all of Danny...
"Danny! What is wrong with your leg?!?" his mom screeched. Danny groaned as he looked under the table. It had opened up again and there was a small pool of blood on the floor. "What did you do to it?!?!?" she cried.
"Err...I umm...got a dog bite?" he suggested. She pulled off the bandage and grimaced at what she saw. It was really swollen. And bloody.
"I've never seen a dog bite like this! Its huge! The teeth are all about at least an inch long!" she wailed. "Danny! What dog bit you? Or...was it a gho-"
Jack stepped in. "That is some dog bite, son. Call us if you are in pain at school and we could even take you to the emergency room," Jack told Danny. Danny nodded and slinked (limping) out the door. Both were very confused.
Why did I stop Maddie from figuring things out? Why did I HELP a GHOST? Well, he is my son, but he's a ghost. I gotta get rid of that ghost! It's going to ruin his life... Jack thought frantically.
Hmm...why did my dad agree with me so quickly? That is unlike him...oh well. He must of just thought it was a dog bite, Danny tried to convince himself, Anyway, I have bigger problems now. School.
Danny looked at his leg. There were six bleeding holes, and the leg was swelling. The bites were on his left leg, right under the knee. He grimaced and wrapped a bandage around his leg.
"Man, that hurts! grunt Let's go clean more," he told Sam and Tucker.
45 min. later (9:45)...
"It looks okay now, so I think we're done," Sam said.
"Yeah, that only took almost an hour!" Tucker complained.
"See you guys tomarrow. Bye!" Danny told them as he limped to the door. Sam and Tucker looked at his leg, which had already stained the bandage and some of his pants red.
"Are you sure you're okay, Danny? That leg looks pretty bad..." Tucker wondered, but Danny shook his head and told them he was fine. He let them outside, said goodbye, and went upstairs, exhausted.
Whew. Well, actually I don't feel fine. A good night's sleep should help... he thought. Neglecting the rest of his English homework, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
Later than night, at 10:30...
"I just can't believe that we missed that ghost! He was within our grasp! He just-Jack? Are you feeling okay?" Maddie, who had been moping over the loss of the ghost, was now looking concerned at Jack. "Since you came back from the house, you seem to be acting...strange. Well, more strange than usual. Are you alright?"
Jack blinked. "Yes! I'm...fine. Just...peachy. A little...erm...mad that we didn't catch that ghost. Yeah, that's it," He told her, in a shaking voice. "I just...need some sleep?"
Maddie looked at him, confused. She shook her head, exasperated, and told him to go up to bed. She sat down at the table as he went upstairs.
Jack decided to look in on Danny, just to make sure it wasn't a dream, or something like that. He opened the door slowly, to not wake Danny up. Then he looked in and saw Danny with the light that was coming from the door.
Danny was sleeping like any teen would, on his stomach. But he had no cover on him and his bloody leg showed up against his sheet. It had bled completely through his pant leg (he hadn't changed, remember?). Jack just stared at the leg. Then Danny shivered in a mixture of pain and coldness, and Jack shakingly took the cover and put it over Danny. He left, just as scared as before.
Next morning...
Danny woke up and immidietly wished he hadn't. He felt sticky and hot, and his leg was still bloody. It was stuck to the sheet with dry blood. (eww) He tried to pull it off, and managed to, not without a lot of pain. He got out of bed and changed, throwing out his ruined jeans. He then limped downstairs, trying to hide his leg as much as possible.
"Good morning Danny. We didn't find any ghost last night. The furry devil got away! But it sounded dangerous anyway. Want a waffle?" his mom asked.
"Err(ouch)... sure. Thanks," Danny said as he got his bad leg completely hidden under the table. If they find out about my leg, Danny thought, How do I explain where I got it from?!? But he didn't notice his dad staring right at his leg and all of Danny...
"Danny! What is wrong with your leg?!?" his mom screeched. Danny groaned as he looked under the table. It had opened up again and there was a small pool of blood on the floor. "What did you do to it?!?!?" she cried.
"Err...I umm...got a dog bite?" he suggested. She pulled off the bandage and grimaced at what she saw. It was really swollen. And bloody.
"I've never seen a dog bite like this! Its huge! The teeth are all about at least an inch long!" she wailed. "Danny! What dog bit you? Or...was it a gho-"
Jack stepped in. "That is some dog bite, son. Call us if you are in pain at school and we could even take you to the emergency room," Jack told Danny. Danny nodded and slinked (limping) out the door. Both were very confused.
Why did I stop Maddie from figuring things out? Why did I HELP a GHOST? Well, he is my son, but he's a ghost. I gotta get rid of that ghost! It's going to ruin his life... Jack thought frantically.
Hmm...why did my dad agree with me so quickly? That is unlike him...oh well. He must of just thought it was a dog bite, Danny tried to convince himself, Anyway, I have bigger problems now. School.