A/N: If you have been following my Live Journal, which is the best way to see what is going on in the life of Jay, you may have realised I got kicked off the Exchange Program cos the people there suck and put me in a mental hospital. So now I'm back home in Greenland. So yeah, I can update whenever I want now.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that are owned by Jhonen Vasquez. Because I'm not him, bless his soul. But I do own any characters you don't recognize, such as my original character.

Warning: Wow. I don't know. This contains violence and swearing… And probably some other things that I haven't thought of just yet.

There was a big, sinking feeling inside Squee. It wasn't like the kind when Mummy forgot his name, or whenever Daddy said he didn't love him, but more like the time Granpa Hatey killed his kitten. His kitten was dead- killed, murdered, even, and he could never see it again. And now, Danielle appeared to be dead, just like his cat. But she couldn't be dead. If she were, that would be unfair. So much bad stuff had happened to Squee in his short life that if one more thing happened that he would know that he would go crazy. Or at least depressed, whatever came first.

Take a furtive step down the first few stairs, Squee cleared his throat, before letting out another tentative call.

'Danielle? A-are you okay?'

There was a pause that seemed to last hours, when in reality would have lasted only a second. Finally, there was a response.

'Huh? Ah… T-Todd?'

The boy let out a sigh of relief, before rushing down the rest of the stairs, not minding if he stepped in blood or any other bodily fluids.

'Danielle, are you hurt?' he cried, when he landed at her side. It was dark in the basement, the only light streaming in from the open door at the top of the flight of stairs. Reaching out, he found Danielle's forearm. She let out a small whine, and he pulled his hand away. 'Does it hurt?'

'Um… kinda. My right leg hurts more, though.'

Squee grimaced as Danielle pushed herself up. A small cry of pain escaped her lips as she leant back on her knee.

'Todd, can you help me? I think I broke my leg… or at least really, really hurt it.'

Squee stood up, holding his hands out to Danielle. When the girl's clasped around his, he pulled her up, staggering back slightly as he did so. When he was sure Danielle was standing, he pulled away.

'Can you walk?'

'Um, yeah, I think so,' came the mumbled reply. Taking Danielle by the elbow, he helped her to the stairs. The two paused for a moment, before Danielle crouched down on the stairs, and began to pull herself up, hoping slightly up every step. Squee cocked his head, but coming up with no other logical idea to get her up the staircase, allowed her to do it. It took several minutes before both of them left the basement, and when they did, Danielle was more than a little bit grubby.

Moving her to the best part of the room for sunlight, Squee shut the basement door, not moving away until he heard the safe click of the lock sliding into place, before retreating back to his friend. Squatting, he surveyed her injuries. Instead of breaking her leg, as she had suggested, she had a long, five-inch gash on her calf, the denim on her jeans having been ripped away, leaving the blood slipping out of the wound run free down her leg and stain the material. It was quite possibly half a centimeter deep, if not more. From what else he could see, her arms were bruised, particularly her right. She also had a bruise on her cheekbone and a small graze on her right cheek. In fact, by the looks of it, most of her right side seemed fairly messed up. Holding down his lunch, Squee placed a finger on his lips.

'Did you hit the steps on your right side?'

'I think so' Danielle mumbled in response. There was an uneasy pause as Danielle and Squee stared at her bleeding leg. Danielle couldn't do anything to help herself- she seemed to be in a lot of pain, and she kept holding her abdomen with her better arm. She couldn't walk properly either, with her leg bleeding as it was. It was up to Squee to make her better, or until Johnny came home.

'Where… Where do you keep your towels?'

'In the bathroom… First door on the left as you go down the corridor.'

The boy stood up uncertainly, and followed her instructions. He was back in a few minutes, a large, cream towel with suspicious stains, a smaller green towel on top of it, and a bucket filled with water in the other. He had found the bucket under the bathroom sink.

Setting the objects down beside Danielle, he dipped the green towel into the bucket, let the water soak into it, before placing it on the wound on Danielle's leg. The small girl let out a wail of pain, and tried to kick Squee as best she could. Her foot connected with his hand, but didn't do much being as it was such a feeble attempt.

'That hurt!'

Squee frowned, and set the towel back into the bucket. 'It will, 'cause it's full of germs. Gotta clean 'em out or you'll die or something.'

Danielle pouted, before dropping her leg back on the ground, which seemed to be a relief. 'Okay…' she muttered in response. When Squee placed the towel back on her calf, she hissed loudly, and looked away, as if it would stop the pain. When certain the towel would hold, Squee tied it as best he could to her leg, and turned to the larger one. He did the same with it, dipping it into the water and letting it soak it up. He then turned back to the girl, and started cleaning the dirt (and blood) off of her. When he came to the graze on her cheek, he moved to it, before placing the towel in her hands.

'You do it, I don't want to be hurt again.'

'Did I hurt you?'

'Not really, but your arms aren't as hurt as your leg.'

'Mm…' Danielle nodded, and rubbed her cheek with the towel. When she was finished, she dropped it on the ground, and lifted her shirt up to her ribs. 'I hurt here…' she said, pointing to her stomach. There was a bruise, which was quickly turning green on it, measuring from her bottom ribs, and curving around her belly button.

'Ow…' Squee whispered softly. The two stared at before doing anything else. He bit his lower lip, before turning to look out the window. The sun was already setting, and he guessed it was getting close to five o'clock. 'Do you want something to eat?' he asked, trying to move on from the accident.

'No. My tummy hurts, so I don't think I should… And… I don't think you'd wanna go in the kitchen.'

'No,' Squee agreed solemnly. He thought for a moment, before starting up again. 'Do you wanna go to bed?'

'Uh-huh,' Danielle replied with a nod. Squee moved to his feet, before helping Danielle. She gave a small whine when she tried to put down her leg, and the two managed to hobble to Danielle's room, before Squee, exhausted, set her on the floor. Thinking, he pointed to the bed.

'Do you wanna get up again, or do you wanna stay down there?'

'I'll stay down here, I hurt and it hurts to get up.'

''kay'.

Squee pulled the comforter off the bed, along with a pillow and blanket, and set them down on the ground. Danielle scrambled to it, and curled up around the blanket, using the comforter to soften the floor. Taking Lola off the bed, Squee gave it to Danielle, before kicking off his shoes, and lying down on Danielle's bed. It was a strange afternoon, he thought, as he pulled Shmee, who had been on the bed next to Lola, close to him. He rolled on his side, and closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep.

He woke up later that night to the sound of whispering. He opened his eyes just enough so he could see through his eyelashes. Johnny was kneeling over Danielle, his elbows resting on his knees, his hair in front of his face. Despite their soft voices, Squee could just hear what they were saying.

'How'd it happen?' Johnny asked quietly. He was obviously asking about her injuries.

'We were playing… I threw a ball, and it fell into the basement. I went to get it and slipped or somethin'…. Fell down the stairs. Sorry…'

'It's not your fault,' Johnny whispered in response. There was a lengthy pause, before Danielle replied.

'Todd helped me… helped my get up and he bandaged my leg with a towel.'

Johnny didn't reply, but he tilted his leg. He pulled back the blanket the Danielle was wrapped in, and seemed to be looking at her leg.

'He did a good job. Does it still hurt?'

'I still hurt everywhere, but less then before.'

'Good… I'll take a look at your leg in the morning.'

'It bled lots.'

'I bet it did.'

There was another pause, and there was movement from Johnny. He presumed he would be leaving, but instead when he stood up, he was carrying Danielle. Squee shut his eyes tight, pretending to be asleep. He soon felt an extra body next to him, and by the small whine it made when it was set down, he knew it was Danielle. More blankets soon fell on top of them, and Squee allowed himself to relax. Johnny wasn't going to hurt either of them. Squee opened his eyes again, like before, just enough to see what was going on. Johnny gave Danielle a small kiss on the forehead, before taking a step back.

'You have a good friend, Danielle.' He murmured. Squee opened his eyes further, and found Johnny staring at him. He curled tight into a ball, holding Shmee tight against his chest. Johnny gave a grin, winked, before turning on his heals and left the bedroom. He closed the door behind him, and his footsteps faded away soon enough. Danielle rolled over, Lola still in hand, and gave Squee a sleepy, one-armed hug.

'I do have a good friend.' She mumbled through a yawn, before falling asleep. Squee just nodded, too tired to do anything else, before falling asleep into dreamland.

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