This covers chapter 27 of Invincible.

Jazz was patching up my leg, annoyed as per usual. I glanced around her dorm room and tried not to wince as she yanked the needle through my skin over and over again, closing the big wound.

"You know I'm not a doctor, right? I'm not going into nursing? I'm not going to be an EMT? You know that I have absolutely nothing to do with the medical field?"

"Brains and shit," I responded. "Medical enough."

She smacked my leg with the white roll of bandages next to her. It didn't hurt but I had perfected the annoyed little brother act through the years and I flinched as if she had taken a knife to my inner thigh.

"Jazz! That hurt! Come on. I thought you were taking care of me."

"Oh, shut up." There was no humour in her bright aqua eyes. "You're annoying, you know that? I have a midterm tomorrow."

"Eh, if I don't have to study, you definitely don't have to study."

"You barely scraped through with your diploma," Jazz reminded me. "You should have studied."

"Well, maybe if I didn't screw my tutor, I would've done better."

"Yeah, maybe," Jazz said sarcastically. She wrapped the white bandage tightly around my leg and then inspected her handiwork with the look of a critic. "Is it too tight?"

"Nah, it's fine. I'll probably have to come back for follow-up appointments, though, doc."

"What did you do to it, anyway?" Jazz asked. "Don't tell me Skulker got this big of a piece of you."

"No," I said, staring down at my leg. Skulker hadn't.

"Was it Vlad?" Jazz sighed. "I keep telling you, leave the man alone. Someday, you're going to live to regret it."

I laughed and then looked at my leg.

"This will be easier if you don't struggle."

I perked up. "Jazz, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" she asked calmly, packing the first aid kit back up.

"A voice. I heard a voice."

"You're losing it, Danny. Or did aliens abduct you?"

"We need access to his thigh. The left one."

"Jazz! You heard that! Or said it!"

"Danny, you're losing it!" Jazz insisted. "What happened to your leg? That's all I said."

"I …" I didn't know. I didn't know what had happened to my own leg. It was a big wound, dried blood and all, but I didn't know.

"Save your voice and pathetic words, Daniel. We're not listening."

"Vlad's here," I said, matter of fact, changing into Phantom. The tight spandex suit fit over my wound but I could feel it pulse underneath the black fabric.

Jazz watched me carefully and I saw her slide open her desk drawer, pulling out the ecto-gun. Despite university, despite not having an active interest in ghost hunting, Jazz wasn't stupid. She knew she might have to defend herself, especially if a ghost saw Danny Phantom floating out of her dorm room. She kept it close to her as she went about tidying up her bedroom.

"Where do you think he is?" she asked out of the corner of her mouth.

"I don't know, but I swear I heard him." Only Vlad called me Daniel. He had to be here. I looked around carefully, unsure of how far I was willing to go from my sister. I felt like I should glue myself to her side, never let her out of my sight.

"It's not like you're going to cleaning it up."

Cleaning what up? Who was he talking to? Who was he with?

"I'm going to supervise the new restraints. They'll be ready in an hour. Until then, make sure he's not very happy."

He was torturing someone!

"Jazz, get your gun and follow me."

"Danny, this is my dorm. This is where I live. I'm not hunting after you like I'm Mom or Dad."

"Mom and Dad would hunt me. Not hunt with me. I need back up. I need you to come with me."

Jazz planted her feet. "Really, Danny? I'm fine. If you can stand, or float, you're fine. Let me know if you start bleeding again."

I headed toward her door and then hesitated, turning back to look at her.

"Jazz –"

Then she pulled out a knife and stabbed me in my left thigh. I fell backwards, through the floor, descending through the floors of Jazz's dorms. The world fell away around me and then I was falling through a cloud, the sky bright blue above me. I didn't even turn, waiting to hit the ground and knocked back to reality. Falling down toward earth from space was not a reality.

When I collided with the ground, there was no pain. I didn't even get the wind knocked out of me. I had landed in Tucker's bedroom, the carpet soft beneath me. I was staring up at the underside of his desk. There was gum stuck to it, like it was a table in the food court or a booth in the Nasty Burger. I should probably tell him what a disgusting dude he was.

I pushed myself upward.

"Tuck," I called. Did he have headphones on? Was he back to ignoring me?

But when I sat up, I saw him, naked as fuck, laying on his bed. Jazz was atop him and I stared at their legs, wanting to get nowhere near my sister's boobs. I was going to throw the fuck up if I had to look at my sister's boobs. Jazz didn't even have boobs! She was a sister, like a mom or something, she shouldn't be having sex where I could realize she was having sex. Instead, my mind fixated on how opposite their skin looked, pressed together like that. It wasn't a thought I wanted in my mind: Tucker's hairy leg pressed against Jazz's. Yet, I couldn't turn away. I wasn't allowed to turn away. It was as if there were something holding my head still, staring at that one point.

"Danny, did you want something?" Jazz asked, sounding incredibly like my mother.

"Um, I …" I stuttered. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Jazz moving atop Tucker.

"Come on, man, we're busy," Tucker bitched.

"I just … I …" I looked down at myself. There was blood staining my pants. When had I put on jeans? "I hurt my leg."

"Oh, Danny, how?" Jazz asked and the bed creaked.

"Um … I …" I struggled to find words. My skull felt like it was going to crack in on itself, slicing my brain with my bones. Where were my words?

"Did Sam finally stab you?" Tucker asked.

Sam. I grabbed onto the name. There was something about Sam. Something important.

"Sam …" I said and I sounded like a zombie or a drunk.

"Let the poor girl go, Danny," Jazz advised. "You've made enough of a mess."

"Jazz –"

There was a roaring in my ears and I shut my eyes tightly. A muffled sort of calm surrounded me and I couldn't hear anything, not even the bed squeaking. I let out a sigh of relief but then the roaring in my head grew and I felt like I was going to explode all over again. I clamped my hands against my ears as if that would do anything and then I heard someone call my name. The voice sliced through the fuzz in my head.

Mom. She sounded in trouble. I opened my eyes and spun around, knowing immediately where we were. Vlad's mansion. It was crammed full of people in nice suits and elegant gowns. I didn't know why we were here but fear began to grow within me. I was so anxious that my stomach actually hurt and I fought to hide it. I had to find my mom. I needed to see my mom. I pushed through the crowd, their faces so blurred together that they all could have been the same person and I wouldn't have noticed.

"Danny!" Dad, now.

I tried to start running but then my leg gave out from underneath of me. I collapsed to the floor pulling at my pants. When I lifted my hands to my face, my blood was not the bright red that I was used to with, perhaps, a greenish tinge if you knew what to look for. Instead, it was bright green, as if it were pure ectoplasm. I wiped my palms along my jeans, the green smearing along the denim. What was I supposed to say to anyone who noticed? Why was I green? I dragged myself along the floor and the people around me cleared out of the way.

"Danny!"

"Mom!" I cried back. "Mom! Where are you?"

I dragged myself across Vlad's floor and shoved my way into the closest room. I closed it behind me and wrapped my hands around my thigh, trying to keep my blood inside of me.

"Danny Fenton! How dare you?!" Mom's voice echoed and shrieked around the room and when I looked up, I was sitting in my own bedroom.

"You kept secrets from us! You're a ghost! You've been a ghost for how long! Are you even our son!" Mom and Dad were yelling over one another, their words twisting and twining and shoving their voices into my brain, saying all of the things that I had always feared that they would if they found out the truth about me. I wasn't their son. They told me that I wasn't their son and I knew that it was all I would ever hear.

I looked down at my leg and then I dug my fingers into my oozing thigh wound. I gripped the sides of it and used all of my strength and ripped at my skin. I tore like wet tissue paper and I got it all the way down to the bone without feeling any sort of pain at all. I threw my skin into the air but into clumped together, turning into a paper airplane. I reached up and grabbed onto it and it took me out of my bedroom, away from my parents' voices. The paper airplane grew in sizer the further we got from the ground and then I was bursting into the stars, the world around me diamond-hard and glittering. The airplane disintegrated in my hands and I fell, crashing quickly onto the moon. The dirt below me crumbled into dust whenever I tried to move and I found myself forced into staying still, looking upward, but I couldn't find any stars above me. It was all just empty.

How could everything be so empty?

The world shook. Everything changed and Sam came into view, giant and beautiful, wrapped in a gown that looked like night itself. I wanted to open my mouth and warn her. I wanted to tell her that the world I was in wasn't safe and that I should just be left here because I could try and navigate how not-safe it was. I didn't feel the pain anymore, I didn't feel anything. If she had made it this far, she should just keep going, and see if there was something better out there.

Sam scooped me up in her hands, as if I were no bigger than a mouse to her. She lifted me up to her eye level and I still couldn't move, stuck in place by the look in her eyes.

"It's okay. It's okay. I love you."

The way her voice echoed made me grin and I ducked my head. A mirror had appeared over my open leg wound and I stared down at myself: white hair, green eyes. Sam didn't love the inside. She couldn't see inside. In her cupped palms, I started screaming, struggling over the lines in her hands and trying to climb over her fingers. If I started falling again, maybe I could crash into reality, because this didn't feel like reality.

"It's okay, Danny," Sam said, and her fingers closed on top of one another and I was stuck in the dome that her fingers created. "It's okay, Danny, I still love you."

Then, she started rocking me and I laid down in her hands.

I was safe.

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