Again, I don't own Danny Phantom. I'm not rich.
It took Danny half an hour to get all of the scraps away from Sam. They clung to her wounds, drying in the blood. Danny and Tucker were horrified at the sight of her naked body.
Bite marks covered her small breasts, as well as marks where she was roughly sucked. Her neck was the same way, and it also had a large red mark where it seemed her rapist grabbed her. Her abdomen was covered in angry red and blue handprints, as well as ragged cuts. Her legs had small scrapes and bruises as well. Danny and Tucker had cleaned them up the best they could, and now they were ready to get Sam into the healing bath.
"Sam, you ready? I think this might sting a little…" Tucker said, lifting her top half while Danny took the bottom. She nodded carefully. She had been awake while her cuts were cleaned, and they knew she was in pain. Her eyes betrayed her.
Gently, the two settled her into the water, watching Sam's face first show pain, then show happiness. She felt the water seep into her, cleaning her, making her whole again. Using her bare hands, she began to scrub at herself roughly, wanting to rid herself of any mark of the man's.
"Sam, stop that!" Danny wrapped his hands carefully around her wrists. "You'll open every cut!" Danny grabbed a washcloth from the towel pile, and began gently wiping down Sam's legs. She closed her eyes.
"Tucker…?" Sam said quietly. Tucker ran over from his perch near the doorway.
"Yeah, Sam?"
"Will you…wash my hair…?" Danny laughed as Tucker went white. Normally, Sam would kick his ass if he did anything of the sort. But today, he took Danny's small bottle of shampoo, and began to lather. Sam sighed contentedly, feeling safer with her two boys around her.
After being dried, bandaged, and tucked in, Sam fell quickly asleep. Danny and Tucker quietly backed out of the room, closing the door halfway behind them. They went back to the living room, exhausted. It was past 2 o'clock.
"Tucker, what happened? Who would do this to our Sam?" Danny shook his head in frustration. Tucker could just shrug. They sat in silence for a few moments.
"I'm going out." Danny suddenly said, rising to his feet. Before Tucker could say anything, he had gone ghost, and flew out the window. He stood there, his mouth agape.