Angst...angst...ANGST!
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Every time one drop of blood fell, a drop of water fell right next to. A tear for every drip of crimson life shed. Danny would never see, she made sure of that. When the tears were spilt, he was unconscious. Sam and Tucker had left for home because of the late hour, leaving the half-ghost in her care. They still had blood on their hands. His blood.
A stream of red drizzled down from his nose and onto the towel beneath him. Another drop of blood, another tear. If he were awake, he would hate this. He would tell her to stop crying and that he was fine. He would say it was nothing, even though he looked like he should be either dead or in the hospital. He couldn't, though, because he was comatose. He had been so for a while.
White bandages began to replace the red. She could see the faintest marks of healing injuries. No scars were ever left, but who needed them when healing wounds were always there? She wished she could help more than she already was. Maybe she could get her parents involved as well. She didn't have to tell them his secret, just force them to believe that Danny was a good ghost and seriously needed help. One look at the injuries would prove that. They could reinforce the jumpsuit, make it stronger. That way, Skulker's blade or sharp pieces of debris wouldn't slice through it and into his already tortured skin.
She cut the end of the bandage and secured it. That was the last of them. By now, he looked like a mummy. She carefully picked him up and placed him on his bed. He didn't stir the whole time. She also realized how light he was. Much too light. How much had he been eating lately? Probably not enough for his vicious metabolism and calorie-consuming workouts.
She turned on the sink to wash her hands. They looked like she had murdered someone, covered with so much blood. When she ran them under the water, watching as it turned dark pink. The tinted liquid swirled down the drain, accompanied by new tears. She had to cry herself out before Danny woke up. She wouldn't let him see; let him worry about her when he had so much else to worry about already.
After the blood was gone, she wiped her eyes and went to go throw the towel Danny had been lying on in the washing machine. She had to get rid of all the evidence. By the time morning came, no one would be able to tell what had happened. No one would see the blood and no one would see the tears.
Now, all she had left to do was wait for the next time.