"Mr. Fenton, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Danny quickly folded his tissue and smiled up at Mr. Lancer. Lips closed, of course. He didn't know if there was any blood in his teeth. "Yep! Completely fine. Just allergies, you know?"
Mr. Lancer still looked worried. "If you're coughing up blood, that's more than just allergies. At least, more than normal allergies," he amended. "TV and movies aside, most of the time, coughing up blood is a sign of tuberculosis or serious internal bleeding. Have you seen a doctor about this?"
"Yes," said Danny, who felt like he'd had this conversation a dozen times already. Frostbite was a doctor, after all. "I have. It's just allergies. Really."
"If you're sure," said Mr. Lancer, expression still worried. "If there's anything I can remove from the classroom–"
"There isn't," said Danny. "It's a seasonal thing."
"Alright, but if that changes, let me know." He moved away, back to the front of the classroom.
Danny sighed, air catching on his raw throat, and looked out the window at the lawn in front of the school. Dozens of red-purple flowers waved in the breeze.
He couldn't wait for blood blossom season to be over, even if it meant ghost attacks started up again.