I woke relaxed and rested. Sam's legs were draped over mine and I laughed quietly, brushing her hairs away from her face. She sighed in her sleep and curled up away from me. I rolled my eyes and got up, checking if anyone was in the hallway before sprinting into the bathroom, because I had no clothes on.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had various bruises on my body from the fight, a hickey on my neck, and a hickey on my collarbone. I blushed at the red splotches and looked at the bruising instead. I gently pressed in the bruises and hissed.
I sighed, unwrapping my wrists and checked out my body in its full broken glory. How did Sam like this? I'm ugly. The scars are discolored and I just look….awful.
"Stop that." Sam's voice demanded from the doorway. I jumped and covered myself with a nearby towel. She rolled her eyes, tracing her fingers across the bruising and scars. "It's not ugly. It's you. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this!" She laughed, smiling. I shrugged.
"Until I believe it, I guess." I replied honestly. She nodded. "I'm okay with that. Now, do you want to shower separately or together?" She winked. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"Sam? Can I talk to you please?" My mom's voice called, just as I was about to kiss her. Sam laughed. "I guess we are doing this separately." She giggled, pecking my lips, grabbing some dirty basketball shorts and throwing them on under the t-shirt she borrowed from me.
I watched her go and looked at the shower. I don't know if I'm going to be able to not cut. Everything was screaming at me that Sam was lying, but I wanted to believe her, that she thought I was perfect. I shook my head and discarded the towel, starting the water and stepped in.
I let the water run down my face and back, sitting down on the floor and...I would like to call it brooding. I was trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. It was getting easier to find, but harder to hold on to. I sighed, standing, expecting the pain in my legs that didn't come.
I looked to my razor on the left side, closed my eyes and continued getting clean. When I was done, I spared one last look, and exited the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my room, pulling on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, towel drying my hair and exiting my room.
"Danny, you have a doctors appointment today." My mom called up to me. I groaned, grabbing a t-shirt off of the floor and throwing it on as well. I would just go barefoot and no one could stop me.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked, ruffling my damp hair. "Better."
"Even though you got into a ghost fight last night?" She raised her eyebrow. I gulped. "Yeah...they may need to fill in the person sized pothole." I said sheepishly.
"...Whats on your neck?" She asked. I slapped a hand over the hickey on my neck, blushing hard core. "Well, I got a burn. From Scorch. The ghost." I said. She nodded.
"Want some burn cream?" She asked, her motherly voice coming through my ears. I shook my head, my face as red as a tomato. "I'm good. Can we just go?" I said. She nodded, putting her wallet in her pocket of her hazmat suit.
"Now, you are probably going to have to get an MRI, and I'm hoping that it isn't as bad as they think." She explained. I nodded, not looking forward to the fact that I might have cancer.
I don't want to have cancer. Cancer is probably the last thing that I want. I crossed my arms and glared out the window as we rapidly approached the place that I had spent most of my days lately.
My mom pulled into the parking lot and turned the key in the ignition, turning off the engine. I sighed, unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door. My mom sat in the car for a moment, mumbling about something, before exiting the car and walking next to me up to the door.
"Daniel Fenton? Welcome back!" Jacklyn smiled. I smiled shakily back. This place gave me bad memories. "Not so good to be back, no offense."
"None taken." She shrugged, handing me a white t-shirt and hospital issued blue sweatpants, gently putting me into an empty room. I pulled on the clothes, having to take a break when a jolt of pain went through my leg. I hadn't felt that since I had transformed.
I walked back out into the hallway, smiling weakly at my mom, whose mouth was composed into a thin, tight line. She smiled back, though it was forced. She was worried. I could tell.
"Now, we are going to give you an MRI, take some blood tests, and wrap up with some xrays. The test results will either be in later today or early tomorrow, depending on how fast this works." Jacklyn explained, taking me and my mom into the room where I would be taking the MRI.
I laid down on the machine, Jacklyn making sure I was good to go. "Alright, now, you are going to have to be completely still to get a good reading." She said. I nodded. "Sounds easy." I said.
She exited the room, going into a viewing room with my mom, who was watching me. Another doctor came in and explained something to my mom, who was nodding. He pressed a few buttons and suddenly I was being pulled into the machine. I sighed.
"You alright, Mr. Fenton?" The male doctor asked me over the intercom. "I'm fine." I swallowed around my nervousness. It took a couple minutes before I was being pulled out of the machine.
Jacklyn came back down to get me, and we went into the hallway to speak with the doctor and my mom. "Now...this isn't showing anything that's wrong with his head...but...it doesn't make sense why he will go to sleep and not wake up for another couple. It could have something to do with his ghost half." The doctor contemplated.
"Keep running the tests. I'll talk to the Guys in White researchers we hired soon after we found about half ghosts." The doctor said. I paled, feeling nauseous. "They won't hurt you. They don't know about you. Amity is keeping you a secret from everyone else." The doctor said. I sighed in relief.
"Okay. Good." I said.
The rest of the visit was with blood tests and xrays. I made sure to not scream at the needles and Jacklyn made sure not to kill me. The xrays revealed I had a fractured wrist, ankle, and shin bone. My mom glared at me for that one.
"They were probably breaks and have already healed. My ghost side heals me pretty fast." I said. Jacklyn hummed at that, writing my statement down. "I want to do all the tests again." She said. I paled.
"What?!" I screeched. "In your ghost form. I want to see if anything is different." She said. I groaned, transforming. My hospital clothes turned into my jumpsuit and my black hair into white, we've been through this enough, you know what to expect.
"Excellent. Go put on the same clothes as before and meet me in the MRI room." She said shooing me out of the room. I did as I was told, though it was weird to be hanging onto my jumpsuit while in Phantom form, awkwardly turned the corner and went into the MRI room.
Jacklyn sat me down again, and we did everything we did last time just with the fact that I was in ghost form. They told me they were giving all the results to the GiW and not reveal my identity. "Don't worry. I would stay in Ghost form for the time being. Do not transform." She said.
"I revert back when I lose consciousness." I pointed out. She hummed. "Can you develope something for that?" She asked my mom. She nodded. "We would need to run a few test of our own on him, but I don't know if he would be okay with that."
"It's either that, or he doesn't sleep."
"Mom, you can test on me." I said quickly. They laughed, and I went invisible, the clothes falling of and putting on the jumpsuit. I was visible in three seconds. My mom rolled her eyes, and pushed me out of the hospital.
"At least nothings wrong with my head." I said, getting in the car. My mom nodded in agreement, raising her eyebrow.
"Seatbelt?" She asked, her voice questioning.
"I'm already dead."
"Seatbelt."
"Wow." I grumbled, buckling up. It's pointless because right now, I won't die because I'm in ghost form. She rolled her eyes. "It's the law, Daniel." She deadpanned, pulling onto the road.
"Did you know that you emit the cold in Phantom form but not Fenton?" She asked. I nodded. "While I'm human, my core disappears and I have a human heart. Ghost form I have what you would call an elemental core. Ice powers." I explained. She looked to me in curiosity. "Wow...you are gonna have to tell me everything you know about ghosts." She decided.
I laughed. "Thats a lot of knowledge for a ghost hunter." I joked. She smirked. "Good. Your father and I will become the greatest ghost hunters in the world." She laughed manically. I rolled my eyes.
"So thats where I get my dramatic flair." I decided. She nodded. "You are my mini me Danny, get used to it." She said, then all conversations stopped and she just looked my way occasionally.
She pulled into the driveway and I hopped out of the car, racing into the house so I couldn't draw any attention. "Danny, why are you in ghost form?" Sam asked immediately as I walked through the door.
"They want to see if my ghost form can heal my human form up if it is anything major. They don't think it is. I should be fine, but they want to know for sure." I shrugged, rubbing at my arms through my jumpsuit. My jumpsuit ususally felt like a second skin, but right now it was just uncomfortable.
"Okay...so how long do you have to stay like that?" She asked. My mom came through the door, hearing the conversation. "That's to be determined. Honey, go down to the lab to see if your dad has anything that can keep you in that form." She asked politely, taking out her wallet and going upstairs. I sighed.
"What's going on?" Sam whispered. I rolled my eyes. "There is the condition that I turn back to human when I fall asleep. Doc said for my parents to make something so that doesn't happen." I groaned, heading down the stairs with Sam by my side.
"Dannyboy! You are just in time! Your mother called me when you were getting your MRI and told me to start developing this! The Fenton Keeper!" He bellowed, holding out a small ring. I raised an eyebrow. "It'll keep you from changing your forms." He explained, throwing it to me. I examined it and prayed that my dad actually took thought about whether or not it would hurt me.
I slipped it on, immediately feeling like I couldn't use the bulk of my powers. I felt like my body was glued in place. I frowned in discomfort. "Any pain?" My dad asked.
"No...it feels like I can't use my powers though." I told him. He nodded, lips pursed in thought. "Wear the prototype and I'll keep that in mind when I make a more modifyed version. But I need your ecto signature." He said.
"It's in the boomerang." I said. Sam laughed. My dad raised a brow. "The booomerang? Why that?"
"It hit me in the head once." I said. My dad took out the piece of equipment and looked at me. "You are going to test it, aren't you?" I asked, just as he flung the boomerang in the opposite direction of me. Just as expected, it changed tragectory and hit me in the back of the head.
I fell on the ground.
"Wow…" I said, rubbing my head. My dad laughed and applauded. "Okay, another invention that works! This is so great! Now, just for some ectoplasm." He pulled out a needle and I looked at Sam who shrugged."...I'll meet you outside whenever you are done with tests." She said, smiling happily and going up the stairs.
I faced my dad again, who was grinning at me.
Oh no.
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After the tests, my dad was downstairs for the rest of the night working on a new ring. I couldn't use any of my powers and I had to walk up the stairs to go outside to meet Sam. I smiled at my mom, who was making dinner and went outside to the sunsetting.
Sam was sitting in the grass, gazing up at the just appearing stars in the sky. "Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"Thinking of the future." She mumbled, turning her gaze towards me when I laid down next to her. I smiled.
"Where do you see it?" I asked.
"I see our child, and I see you… but I see all of that in the future. I don't see it right now." She sighed. I look towards her. "What do you mean?"
"Dylan was right. I got together with you because I thought it would fix you, and I know that I still hold those feelings in my mind, though they aren't stronger than my love for you." She confessed. I nodded.
"I don't care about that anymore." I whispered, taking her hand in mine. She sighed, and laughed sadly.
"But I do. Danny, I want my love to unconditional. I don't think I'm ready for this. I live with you, I eat with you, and I sleep with you. We are eighteen in our last year of high school. I want you to be able to live it...so I decided that I'm going with my parents." She whispered.
"..." I didn't know what to say. My girlfriend was leaving the country?
"I'll be finishing out my schooling in France, and I'll have the baby here. It won't be forever, and I'm going to have to go back to finish High School and I'll leave the baby here. I already talked to your mom and my mom about it. I want to know how we do with being apart, and if we can handle being together forever." She said.
"Sam, I don't understand…" I said sadly.
"I know...I don't either. I leave tomorrow...I found out that my parents wanted me in France as soon as possible...I don't want to go, and I love you...but this is something we have to do. I want to know that our love is pure." She said, standing up.
"So this is goodbye?" I asked.
"More of a...see you later." She smiled, pecking my her lips on mine and pulling me into a tight hug.
"I don't ever want to say goodbye to you." I said. She smiled into my neck. "You will never have to."
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So this is the end of Battle Scars, and trust me….there is a sequel.
The name is undecided at the moment but it will maybe be up later today. I promise I will never leave you hanging like that.
Thanks for reading and going on this adventure with me.
See you later,
ForeverPhantom