The following day in class, Sam and Tucker sat quietly and waited for everything to begin. Bleu sat and glanced at the two empty seats where Hazel and Danny normally sat. She looked up at them, "Where's Hazel and Danny?" she asked.

"They- uh…" Tucker looked over at Sam, "They were attacked by a ghost last night." He kept his voice low, "Danny's parents are ghost hunters and sometimes he goes by himself."

Bleu nodded, "Is he okay?"

"Danny will be okay." Sam said, "Hazel's a little more questionable though." She said, "The ghost that attacked them was Acid. You ever see a ghost with a skull for a head and green flames?"

Bleu gasped, "Yeah! I saw him last night! He…" she looked down, "That's weird, he saved me last night from a gang trying to mug me." She said. "But… then he was attacked by another ghost-" she paused and leaned toward them, "Is Danny a ghost?" she asked.

The two froze, "What made you come to that conclusion?" Sam asked.

"Well- the ghost that attacked him after that looked exactly like Danny. And it would only make sense, they had the same voice, and if Danny was hurt by that ghost, then it adds up." She explained.

Sam and Tucker looked at each other. "Okay, okay, just don't tell anybody." Sam said.

"I promise." Bleu 'zipped' her lips. "So… what about Hazel?"

Tucker and Sam looked down, "We don't know exactly. We thought that Acid is really Hazel's dad, but apparently that's wrong. None of the ghost equipment they used actually registers with him."

Tucker nodded, "We're at a dead end. We picked him up from his dad's place and he was stabbed straight through his stomach."

Bleu's eyes widened, "Poor guy." she sympathized, "Um… you guys are going to go check on them after school, right?"

"Of course." Sam nodded.

Bleu twiddled her fingers, "Is it okay if I come too?" she asked. "I don't have any plans and since you guys told me about Hazel, I…" she blushed slightly, "I worry about him now."

"Uh, sure. You can come along." They nodded.

The bell rang loudly, indicating that class was finally beginning.

Back at Fenton works. Hazel laid on the couch glaring at the ceiling, wishing that he'd be successful for once. Danny was upstairs with three stab wounds because of him. The fact that he eventually aimed to kill him made him want to leave more than anything. But he couldn't walk more than five feet without falling over. He didn't even want to try flying. At the moment, Jack and Maddie were over at Kurt's apartment trying to get some sort of answer out of him as to what happened to his son and apologizing for attacking him with ghost-hunting equipment.

Jazz was in the kitchen cooking something for him and Danny to eat. Hazel wasn't hungry. He never was after an injury like this. She was still trying to figure out why the signature on her father's equipment was locking on to Hazel, but she figured that it was because he was attacked by Acid that it locked onto him, because it locked onto Danny too. She served the two bowls of soup and took one to Hazel first, since he was the closest. "Here, eat up." She smiled and set the bowl down, helping him sit up since it proved to be an issue. "After this we'll change your bandages."

Hazel rolled his eyes and remained silent. After Jazz left the room, Hazel stared at the bowl of soup and debated whether or not to eat it. He grunted and grabbed his stomach. He took a moment and waited until the wave of pain subsided. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was walking on a fine line. They were bound to figure out who Acid was. He leaned forward and held his head, scared of what would happened to him then. God forbid that Danny found out first.

"You okay?" Jazz walked back into the room and asked.

"Headache." Hazel lied.

Jazz stared at him for a while, "Makes sense… you lost a lot of blood." She said and looked at the bowl of soup. "Come on, Hazel, eat." She nudged the bowl of soup to him, "You need to eat something. I even made something that would… hopefully be easier on your stomach." She insisted.

Hazel looked down, "I'm not hungry…" he muttered.

She sat down next to him, "You're what?"

"Not hungry…"

She frowned, "You should at least eat something. You don't even have to finish it."

"Honestly, I feel like throwing up." He said and grabbed his stomach.

"Oh! Uh- do you want me to get you to the bathroom?" she asked.

"Maybe…" he breathed.

She sank and thought for a while, "Well- let me change your bandages, okay?"

He sighed, "Fine." He thought for a while, he wasn't sure if Danny would've been in school. He'd ask, but it'd be strange to Jazz because as far as she's concerned, he never knew Danny even got hurt. There'd be no reason if it'd be questionable unless he knew something. He decided to keep his mouth shut.

Jazz stood up, "Let me go grab the first-aid." She said and walked out of the room.

Hazel sighed and closed his eyes in frustration. He was terrified of Jazz seeing his scars if she hadn't already. He didn't want her to ask about how they happened, he couldn't remember half of them. It wasn't that he lost his memory at one point, but he just had too many he forgot a few over time. Cuts, stab wounds, bullet wounds- there were too many. He took a deep breath, feeling a few of the scars running over his side. He heard Jazz return and pulled his hand away. With both in silence, he allowed her to change his bandages.

As Jazz carefully cleaned and redressed Hazel's injury, she did what she could to avoid each of his scars, almost sickened with how young he was and with how many he had. One scar looked as though his side had been ripped open. She was almost afraid to ask how that happened. She glanced up at Hazel's face and sank. He avoided eye contact with her, in fact he did everything he could to look away from her.

She finally sighed, breaking the silence, "How did all of this happen?" she asked.

He was silent, refusing to answer.

"Hazel?"

He sighed, "Some of them I can't even remember…" he said.

"What about this big one on your side?" she asked. "This… tear- whatever this is?"

Hazel thought for a while, "I was hit by a car…" he said.

She rose her eyebrows, "You got this from a car?" she asked, then she shook her head, "No- I don't believe it."

"You don't believe me?" Hazel asked firmly, almost growled.

She looked at him, "Well- it-"

"It was a Jeep with one of those reels of cables on the front." He snapped. Though he had been hit by a car once or twice, that wasn't where that particular injury came from… it was from ghost hunters when he visited Colorado. Of course he wasn't going to tell her that.

"Okay, okay." She flinched, "Your… self-inflictions don't stop at your arms, don't they?" she asked.

Hazel sunk, "N-no… they don't…" he sighed, "Some of these are from me…" he confessed. He might as well own up to a few of the scars if he had to lie about a few of the others.

She sighed, "You're staying here."

"Duh…"

Jazz glared at him, "You're not leaving the house alone- if you do- someone goes with you. No exceptions."

He sighed, "Fine…"

"And no more going to see Kurt."

Hazel pulled her hands away from his stomach, "Tell me to keep company, that's fine." He started firmly, growling with his statement, "But forbidding me from seeing the only member of my family I have left- then there's gonna be a problem."

"Hazel Richards, don't snap at me- I'm only trying to protect you." Jazz snapped back, her tone only grew angry with Hazel's comment. "I don't want you coming back home looking like this, and I don't want it to be because of your father. Stay away from him, do you understand me?"

Hazel flinched, looking at her with widened hazel eyes, "Y-yes, Jazz…" he looked down.

Jazz sighed and relaxed, finishing taking care of his stomach, "We'll get you a new shirt- this one's crusted in blood…" she said, holding the shirt she had to remove in order to take care of him. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just scared…" she sighed, "Danny's hurt and-"

"Danny's hurt?" Hazel asked, playing oblivious, "What happened?"

"Acid attacked him and almost killed him." She said darkly, "He can't walk or use his right hand at all." She explained, "He threw those bones at him and hit in three different places- the other being his shoulder." She sighed, "Anyway- Mom considers you to be mine and Danny's brother. I-" she sighed, "I just want to make sure you're safe…" she hugged him.

He froze and tensed up, not sure as to what to do with her hug.

"Call me overprotective, or overbearing, or even annoying… but never forget that I'm always worrying about you and Danny." She whispered.

Hazel's eyes began to water, heating up with a mix of emotions. He hadn't had this feeling since he was twelve- before his mother died. Hesitantly, he lifted his arms to return the hug- but paused, remembering what he had done to her brother. Instead, he dropped his arms and buried his face into her shoulders.

"Are you crying?" she asked.

"No…" his voice cracked

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye, "What's wrong?"

He managed a weak chuckle, "You'll think it's stupid…"

She shook her head, "Of course not- just tell me."

He wiped his eye, "I- uh…" he sniffled, "I just wish my mom was here…"

She sighed and hugged him, "It's not stupid at all…" she reassured him. Unintentionally, she kissed him on the head, "Let me go find you a shirt."

He looked up at her in shock.

It took her a moment to realize why he looked at her like that. She turned red, "You know I meant that in a 'family' way, right?"

He leaned away from her, "Sure…"

She sighed and walked away awkwardly, "I'm gonna… take care of Danny…" she mumbled as she began climbing the stairs. Hazel sighed and rolled over, pulling the blanket over him and grunting in pain from twisting his stomach. It wasn't long after when he heard Sam and Tucker walk into the house with someone else. "There's Hazel…" Sam said, pointing to his bundled figure on the couch. "We're gonna go upstairs to see Danny." She said.

"Okay." Bleu nodded and sat beside Hazel.

Hazel turned briefly to look at her, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Same reason as Sam and Tucker…" she shrugged.

"Checking on Danny?" he asked, "He's upstairs." He returned to his previous position.

"I know." Bleu glanced up at the stairs, "I'm here to check on you." She said.

"Why?"

His curt response made her flinch slightly. Then she frowned, "Because ever since the others told me about you, I've gotten worried." She looked down, "Besides… I think you're kinda cool…"

Hazel blushed, however, he was thankful the comforter he was using covered part of his face. "How so?"

She shrugged, "I dunno… you're… kind of a badass."

Hazel rolled his eyes, "Bleu, you don't know me… I am by no means, a badass…" he said flatly.

"But- Hazel, that's the honesty that does it." She said, "You-"

Hazel sat up and yanked the blanket off of his body, showing Bleu his scarred torso, shoulders and arms, "Half of these scars are by my own hand." He snapped, "Find a famous badass that hurts himself intentionally out of depression, then come talk to me."

She gasped upon seeing the scars. "Oh my…" she breathed and ran her fingers over a few of the scars. She hugged him and almost knocked him back.

This wasn't the response he was expecting, but he should've seen it coming. He sighed and just accepted the hug.

She finally let him go and looked at the bandages that wrapped around his stomach, covering the wound in his side, "So… Acid did this?" she asked.

He nodded, "Y-yeah…"

She tilted her head, "Is he… good? Or evil?" she asked. "Because he saved me last night…" she said.

Hazel shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to be the good guy… but…" he trailed off, "Everything he does looks bad?"

She pondered the thought for a while. "Oh- uh…" she reached into her bag, "Some guy gave this to me this morning and asked me to give it to you. Might be your dad?" she pulled out an envelope.

Hazel opened the envelope and read the letter inside, his eyebrows pulling together in focus, then his eyes widening.

"What's wrong?" Bleu asked.

Hazel dropped the letter and envelope in his lap and buried his head in his hands, "It's a long story- I'd rather not talk about it…" he sighed.

She couldn't help but to glance at the page, something about Daniel, Kurt Richards, the police, and an address. She drew her eyes away from the paper and looked at Hazel. "You gonna be okay?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No, not really."

*Um… so… yeah- there's that. No actual comment here… back to first-person next chapter! Reviews please! Stay awesome!*