A/N: This must have been done a zillion times... but it's fun to write. Fluff!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
83. Heal
His flight was erratic, wavering, barely staying on course as his watering eyes had trouble discerning what was on the ground about fifty feet below him. Green ectoplasm covered his hazemat suit almost entirely, and in fact he was leaving a strangely glowing green trail in the air, which was slowly drifting to the ground as if it were only marginally subject to the law of gravity.
His arms were wrapped around his torso while he kept going, slowly but surely, homing in on the place he always ended up after a bad fight, the place that represented warmth and safety and a caring person. He could see it from a distance, seemingly cold and dark at this time of night, yet he knew he was expected, not because she would know something had happened, but because of the possibility something had happened.
He didn't stop outside her window to knock, as he normally would have, but instead barged right in, willing himself intangible with his last strength to enter her room, half through the window and half through the wall. Not that that made any difference to him. As soon as he was completely in her room – and he looked back to check that he indeed did not have any body part still inside the wall – he changed back to his human form and fell to the ground with a soft thud.
He groaned painfully and heard her cry out while scrambling out of her bed, obviously having been asleep. He smelled her scent – roses, he thought illogically, she smells like roses... oh, must be her soap or something – as she tentatively touched him, softly asking him where he was hurt and he wanted to tell her everywhere.
She moved away for a moment, reaching under her bed for the first aid kit and then told him to lay still, she was going to get a towel to clean the blood off. He wanted to tell her, sure, he wasn't going anywhere, but she was already gone.
When she came back she started talking again and he listened to her stream of words which didn't seem to make any sense. It didn't matter, her voice was enough to him. She was dipping the towel in a bowl of water and gently wiped the blood of his face, his arms, his torso, exposing the cuts and bruises he had collected earlier in a fight with Skulker, now safely tucked away in his thermos.
When she was done, she started working on covering them up, wrapping him in what seemed like a hundred yards of bandages, making him roll over, roll back and finally sit up. He didn't flinch once, used to the treatment by now, giving himself over to her skillful wrapping. He was already healing, he could feel the wounds closing up, in the morning he would be able to disperse the more conspicuous bandaging, no one would be the wiser. Physically, he would be fine.
She helped him up and he took two staggering steps, then fell on her bed, face down. He turned his head sideways and watched her as she took his blood soaked shirt and tossed it into the bowl of water. He'd take it home with him later and rinse out the remaining blood, then toss it in the laundry. Routine.
The bed was soft and he could feel her warmth still in it. She climbed next to him and pushed him aside to make room for her. He winced at her treatment of him but didn't complain, as she kept talking to him in that soft voice, making him relax. This was the real reason he was here, this was why he didn't go home and let his sister deal with the bandages. He had super powers and with it came these unique healing capabilities, but it's potency didn't extend to the mind.
Slowly he let go of the stress, the fear and the lurking darkness in his mind that seemed to be there more often lately. The lack of sleep caught up with him, his eyes blinked slowly, but he tried to stay awake a little while longer, staring into her purple eyes, strangely darkened because of the lack of light in the room. Her voice faltered when she saw his unwavering gaze and after a moment she smiled hesitantly at him, before continuing to talk about anything and everything.
One fleeting moment he felt like he should tell her, just tell her and to hell with the consequences, then the moment passed somehow. It didn't matter now anyway, she was his refuge, his savior, his healer both body and soul. He couldn't stay awake any longer and drifted off in a mercifully dreamless sleep.
Awwww... Wasn't that sweet? I feel like brushing my teeth now...:)
