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I laid in bed for I didn't know how long before I had to pull myself out of bed to cough out the window. Nothing came up this time. I sat there at the window, all of my energy drained. I didn't even have the energy to spark anymore, though I wasn't surprised. Ecto-flu is known for sapping energy. I must have fallen asleep at the window, because I woke up to someone carrying me back to bed. I didn't bother opening my eyes, and I couldn't tell who it was. I hoped it wasn't Danny. Amity Park couldn't afford to have Danny get the ecto-flu. Not while I was sick too. And what would his parents say if they knew that their son got a ghost-only sickness?

I felt someone's soft fingers brush my sweaty hair away from my face, though they didn't uncover my eye. This person had to be Sam, then. Sam wouldn't have let Danny come to my aid; she would have stopped him because Amity Park couldn't be left defenseless... right?

"Rose, you'll be okay," a strong voice reassured me, and I mewled a little.

Of course it had to be Danny.

"Danny," I whined. "Y-you'll get... s-sick..." I had to take deep breaths in between my words. I felt Danny's grip shift to hold me better. My comforter touched my back, and I felt Danny pull it over me to keep me warm.

"I know," came Danny's answer. "But you need me right now. You're sick. You'd take care of me if I had a contagious ghost sickness, even if you'd probably get sick too." I couldn't argue with that. I probably would. So I settled for an exhausted pout and opened my eye halfway, halfheartedly glaring at him. His fuzzy form made the semblance of a grin which turned to a concerned frown as I passed out.

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When I woke up, all I could think was I'm cold. I was absolutely freezing despite my comforter. I whined in pain from my stomach and made to roll out of bed, but a set of warm hands stopped me.

"Here, Rose, take an antacid." Sam's voice. Had Danny left then? Or had I simply imagined his voice? Maybe I had ended up dragging myself back to my bed and having a dream about Danny taking care of me. It was certainly possible. Just as I took the chewable tablet in my mouth and swallowed it, someone else entered the room.

"Is he okay, Sam?" Danny's voice was muffled, as though he was wearing a hospital mask. Knowing Sam, he probably was. I whimpered in pain as my stomach churned a little, and I actually hiccuped. I hadn't hiccuped since before the accident that made me half-ghost, not needing to breathe often enough to warrant hiccuping.

"He's fine, Danny," came Sam's exasperated voice. Danny had, apparently, asked this question too many times. "Stop worrying. This is just the ghost version of the flu; it should only be a 24 hour bug. He'll be fine."

I could feel Danny's awkwardness, and I guessed that Danny had admitted something to Sam while I was unconscious. Or perhaps Sam had caught him doing something. Either way, I didn't really care. My stomach stopped churning and I made a small sigh of relief. Sam tipped me back onto my bed, where I curled up with my comforter to try to get warm again.

"How is he cold?" Danny wondered aloud. "The heater is up all the way, this room is like a sauna!"

"Flu," I mumbled, and Sam put her hand on my forehead. She immediately yanked it back and hurried away; I could hear her boot clanking on the wooden floorboards. She came back with a thermometer, which she forced into my mouth even though I resisted.

"He's got a temperature of 113.43 Fahrenheit," Sam whispered in fear. I wanted to reassure her that it was normal; I wanted to tell her that my fever really was a small fever, that my temperature was higher than other ghosts' temperatures. But I just couldn't make the words form. Instead, I sparked a little.

"He must be feeling better if he can spark," Danny said, relief evident in his voice. "Earlier, he was so tired that not even one little jolt was in his body."

"Only you would know that, Danny," my goth friend teased. "After all, you were all cuddled up to him earlier..."

I cracked my eye open, wanting to see Danny's reaction, but even though my room was completely dark, my eye still hurt. I moaned in pain and closed it again, curling up further.

"We should let him sleep," came Sam's voice, fading out of my hearing. "He must be tired from fighting the ecto-flu..." I heard Danny start to say something, but by then I was too far on the way to a peacefully dreamless sleep to hear him.

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I woke up around 3 am to my stomach churning anxiously. I cried out in distress and fumbled my way blindly to my window. I had to open it again, and by that time ectoplasm was dripping onto the floor. Oh well... I'd clean it up later. I spat out the green goo and simply leaned against my window, taking big shuddering breaths. Making my way back to my bed using just my arms to drag myself, I realized that I had no extra energy for getting back onto my bed.

I heard someone enter my room and I turned blindly to them, my remaining eye still closed. I heard a soft cluck of disapproval and this person picked me up and put me back onto the bed. They stood there for a moment, as though trying to decide what to do. Then they left the room and returned with something, which they placed right next to my bed. I promptly spat ectoplasm into it, and I felt a smooth hand roughly brushing my hair back.

"Don't worry, Rose," Sam said softly. I opened my eye and was relieved to find that I could focus on her for a little bit before I had to close my eye again. "Danny and I are still here. I'll be back in an hour or two to check on you." I heard her leave the room softly, and I found myself wondering where they were sleeping. Sam and Danny were probably in the living room, but I didn't own any inflatable mattresses. Were they simply sitting on the couch worrying? I hoped not.

I heard the door open again after an hour or two, just like Sam had promised, during which I had coughed more ectoplasm and blood into the bucket. At least, I assumed it was a bucket. I couldn't see it quite right, not with the blurry vision of my fever.

"Hey, Rose," came Danny's voice. I found myself stressing over how tight and distraught his voice was. "Are you feeling any better?" His voice was still muffled, so he must have still been wearing the hospital mask over his mouth.

I shook my head no, then hesitated and nodded yes. I was feeling a little better, but not by much. This 24 hour bug was turning out to last longer than it had before. It must have been a new strain; just like human illnesses, ghost illnesses adapted and changed to be able to infect ghosts whose immune systems (whatever they had left of one) were protected against it. However, just like human illnesses, once the ghost had the strain of illness they hardly ever got it again until the sickness adapted again.

"Sorta, huh," my raven-haired crush said weakly with relief. "Do you feel well enough to keep food down? You might feel better once you eat something..."

"N-No," I murmured. "W-Water, though..." I made a small sigh as I finished speaking. My throat hurt a lot, and I would be grateful for something to drink. I heard Danny leave the room with the bucket, and then come back. He set the bucket back down, now clean of blood and ectoplasm, and he held something glass to my lips. A cup of water.

I let him tip the glass to pour the water into my mouth a few sips at a time; he was afraid of accidentally making me choke. I sighed as the pain in my throat subsided, and the pain in my stomach even decreased. He must have set the glass on my nightstand, because I felt him crawl on all fours into my bed to curl up beside me.

"Sam had to go home," Danny whispered to me. "She promised to be back later. I told my parents that you were sick and that you needed me to take care of you; they made me ask Sam to bring my schoolwork here after school let out."

I smiled a little and curled up tightly in my comforter. I heard him say a quiet goodnight even though it was probably 6 am by now before I fell asleep. And I can't say that I didn't enjoy the fact that Danny was in my bed with me.

Oho, I gave Rose a little break from being tortured this chapter besides the whole sick thing. I'll have to fix that next chapter.