Danny POV

I walked into their house. It was fairly small, which was suprising. Paul had to make enough money to live somewhere bigger, or at least better looking. All the furniture were torn in the oddest places, as if someone took a big knife to it. Though I had no room to judge, I lived in the home that was covered in Ecoplasma. Maybe I should have lived with Vlad. He would understand after all, I thought.

"Hello, Danny. My name is Sally," a brunette held her hand out to mine. She didn't look like the same Sally in my mom's pictures though, her eyes showed immense sadness, while her smile told me otherwise. I couldn't tell if she was happy to see me or was about to cry. Sally's face and hair made her look at least 35. "Percy! Danny is here," she called to the back rooms.

"Kind of busy here," Percy hollered back. His voice sounded like mine did when I was in a fight. I felt intrigued to figure out what he was so busy with. Slowly, I moved forward to go see where he was.

"Danny, trust me, he will be okay. Plus, I have to talk to you outside alone," Sally's voice made my heart melt. Her voice wasn't forceful, but it was stern.

"Okay, sure," I hesitantly followed her outside.

"Anyway, Percy is...um...special. He is not allowed to be around cell phones or computers. So, if you need to make a call, please go down the road. He might be a bit grumpy, but that's normal. Lately, things have been wild for him," she said as if this was routine.

"What do you mean by 'special'?" I asked her.

"That is for him to tell, but please just give him some breathing space. You will be sleeping in his room. Paul went to go get an air mattress for now, but we'll get you a bed soon," she said with a small smile. Her hands nervously fiddled with the end of the white laced shirt.

"Thanks, Ms. Jackson. I have to go unpack," the edge of my mouth lifted into a slight smile.

The hall felt longer than it actually was. It could have been the heaviness of my bags, or just my anxiety of what could be going on back there. Grunts, moans, and some odd sounds of pain could be heard. It grew louder as I walked closer, not only because I was getting closer, but because it was actually getting louder. I knew there was a fight, but my curious side wanted to know what it was, while the other side was scared what kind of thing, or person could be in there.

"This time, I hope you learned your lesson," Percy said sternly as I reach the silver handle on his beat up. When I swung it open to reveal his damaged, and extremely dusty room. My mouth dropped as wide as possible.

"Are you okay?" I asked the boy that I figured must have been Percy. His complexion looked a lot similar to mine with the exception of his bloodshot green eyes that obviously showed lack of sleep, maybe even more than I.

"Uh, it's just a scratch," he looked at the large cut on his belly. It was bleeding but Percy didn't seem to notice. "Make yourself comfortable while I go use the bathroom."

"Okay," the uncertainty in my voice was as plain as the white walls, but he didn't stop walking to the bathroom. Although, I knew this behavior more than anything. He wanted me to not worry while he could be dying, but he knew what needed to be done. Shortly, I found myself in the kitchen waiting for Paul. Sally wasn't worried by what I told her about Percy. She just brushed off what I said like it was a daily event.

It has been nearly two hours since I talked to Percy. I talked it with Sally, but she told me to wait a little longer to talk to Percy. Sally and I about school and my mom, but I couldn't really pay attention since it all my focus was on me worrying about Percy, and how Sally acted so casual about all this. Paul had set up the air mattress, and even bought a plastic dresser to put on the side. I tried to help him, but every time my thoughts would trail off to the accident. This caused me to fall through everything. Eventually, he told me it wasn't a big deal. He was even pleased to help me, although, I could see something in his eyes. The same thing Sally had.

"If you need anything at all please come to Sally or I," he smiled before he left.

"Thank you," I gave him a genuine smile.

I unpacked my stuff, making sure to hide my ghost hunting equipment in the socks, or really anything. It all stopped when I found my pictures of everyone I love. They were really all gone. 'It's all my fault. If I could have saved them in time,' I thought. Jazz would have told me it wasn't my fault, then say something nerdy that I couldn't understand. This brought a slight smile to my face. Then, I heard some weird sounds coming from the bathroom. As I walked over there, I found that it was Percy making most of the sounds with a sweet (yet commanding) sound.

"Percy?" I started to twist the handle, but it was locked, of course.

"I have to go. Please be careful next time. Don't forget, okay?" the voice said. This triggered a thought in my mind that made me feel stupid. Why couldn't I use a phone around Percy, when he obviously used one himself. I could obviously turn intangible to check on him, as I did. What I saw next was one of the biggest shocks.

While I was intangible, I saw a swirl of greens, yellows, blues, and purples was slowly disappearing in the bathtub. Percy was holding his belly while it still bled, but it was obvious that it magically healed to half the size of the the original gash. I turned tangible as he was still looking at the bath tub. It took him awhile to look back at me where he screamed at the sight of us being less than a foot apart. "What are you doing in here?" He asked frightened a little.

"I was worried about you. I know a bit about getting hurt myself. Can I look at it?" I replied.

"Sure. Can you get some bandages, neosporin, and anything else that is to be needed?"

As soon as he said that, I ran to our room where I took a few supplies. I packed a lot, which would normally last someone a lifetime, or a week in my case. When I came back he was sitting on the shut toilet eating a weird browny looking snack. He took off his shirt to show it was barely bleeding. In the front of my mind was trying to figure this guys out, what he is hiding, and why he gets hurt so often.

"I'm fine, Danny," he gave me a small grin that signaled he did something bad.

"How?" I yelled.

"I can't tell you...," he murmured. I looked at his sea green eyes full of the same thing I feel everyday, everyone wanting to know how I get hurt, why I am rarely around, or any sort of trouble I have gotten in trouble due to ghost. I took the supplied back where they were, then we both went to the dining room to get him some food while we discussed plans for my stay, school, and some other things that I didn't really understand.

Author note: Hey Guys! Please review and comment on how I did. Go check BriannaHug because she is cool. Sorry no Percy POV this time, but I'm getting to that! I hope you Enjoyed reading *gives everyone who's read a hug and then put a Coca-Cola bottle in their back pockets* -Milaxoxo