The Sick Halfa, a danny phantom fanfic

As she approached her boyfriend's apartment, she found herself burdened with a heavy load of groceries, the weight of the bags making her struggle as she desperately tried to maneuver them through the narrow door, a persistent drizzle adding an extra layer of challenge to

Typically, she wouldn't find herself in this predicament. Her charming and dashing boyfriend, with his strong and gallant demeanor, would gladly shoulder the responsibility of transferring their provisions from the car to their respective apartments, sparing her the effort.

She'd stand beside him, her heart aflutter, her face adorned with a joyful grin as she marveled at his effortless strength. While he effortlessly shouldered the load, she found delight in the simple gestures: pressing the elevator button, unlocking the door, and lending a hand in organizing their newly acquired groceries, all the while cherishing the radiant smile that he would generously gift her in response to her assistance.

Yet today was different, far from their usual routine. The elevator had been out of commission due to maintenance, and inexplicably, her boyfriend had chosen to reside on the seventh floor. She couldn't help but wonder why he had settled for the seventh floor when the third had always been comfortable. Each step she ascended felt like a test of her love, a testament to how much she was willing to endure for him.

By the time she reached his floor, her body was in open rebellion; her lungs seemed on the verge of surrender, her heart ready to stage an explosion, and her arms felt as if they might detach at any moment. All of this, just to assist the man of her dreams. When had the relationship between Amity's hidden hero and its beloved princess evolved to this profound level? The date and occasion remained a nebulous memory, lost in the vast expanse of their shared experiences. It had simply become second nature, the effortless rhythm of their bond.

As she neared his apartment door, it snapped her back to the present, pulling her out of her contemplative reverie. Her hand fumbled within the pockets of her black sweatpants in search of the keys, her heart dropping at the lack of keys.

With a sigh of relief, she finally found the keys in the other pocket and quickly inserted one into the lock, turning it with a sense of triumph as the door clicked open.

Her heart was filled with joy as she crossed the threshold, knowing that she had finally reached her destination. However, her elation was short-lived when a tousled mess of hair briefly popped out from the corner of the entrance before quickly retracting itself. Leaving her surprised and curious as to what he was up to.

"Oh, hi! I didn't know you were coming over so soon, I thought you'd only be here lunch time." She knew that tone, all to well. Danny only used it when he was about to get in trouble with her.

The previous time she heard it, he had put an inflatable pool in the center of his apartment as he gamed with Tucker.

"Danny..." She said warningly. Setting the groceries aside to lock the door behind her, "What's going on,"

"Nothing! Just. Stay there I'll come greet you now now." The desperation in his voice made her move quicker, whatever nonsense he had caught on, he was trying to hide it and she was not going to let him.

So she took the corner, only to see him duplicated across the kitchen, attempting to reorganize his kitchen, as if he had not been wearing his sick body down further by making a meal she said she'd come over to prepare.

Shirtless and barefooted as well, he really had gotten himself into a pickle with this one.

The silence lingered on for a couple of seconds, not one version of him dared to move.

And then, a creak was heard from within the house and as if it were the drop of water which broke the dam, each version of himself blamed the other, pointing fingers about how it was his idea, as if they weren't the same person."

"Danny!" Paulina finally had enough of the growing volume, placing the groceries onto the counter.

"One of you, please..."

Her browned messy-haired boyfriend, with bags underneath his eyes and a weary countenance, resembled someone battling the flu. His normally lively and vibrant presence had been replaced by a pale and fatigued appearance, marked by a flushed face and a constant sniffle.

"You look good," he said with an innocent smile, which she immediately saw through. Clad in one of his oversized grey hoodies, black sweatpants, and white sneakers, she sported a makeup-free face and a messy bun. He had complimented this relaxed look countless times before, but she could sense he was trying to flatter her, and this time, it wasn't going to work.

She met his playful compliment with a bored expression but then moved closer to him. His smile widened as he tried everything in his power to make her crack a smile, their playful interaction lightening the mood in the kitchen.

"Danny," she said, her voice flat, her eyes fixed on him.

"My love," he responded with a joyful tone, attempting to lighten the mood.

"You're sick," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Mmmmhm," he could only manage a soft acknowledgment, given his condition.

"So, please tell me, why are you in the middle of the kitchen, shirtless, barefooted and using your powers...?" She questioned, her tone suggesting that he was in dangerous territory, and one wrong answer could be detrimental to him.

"I- It was going to be quick, like 3 to 5 minutes, then I would have been back in bed," he tried to explain, his voice carrying a hint of desperation.

"So, you were willing to risk your health for that?" Her voice remained unnervingly calm, though her eyes hinted at disappointment.

Yup, he had completely activated the bomb, and if he didn't find a suitable answer soon, it would explode.

"I needed to eat to take my medication, so I did it as quickly as I could," he offered as a weak justification.

"And how long would it have taken to put on a shirt?" Her voice remained level, but her disappointment was palpable.

"Only a few seconds," he admitted, his eyes avoiding hers.

"A few seconds?" She repeated, her tone suggesting she already knew the answer. "So you could have easily put on a shirt...?"

"Yes," he sighed, realizing that there was no escaping the consequences of his actions.

"Go to bed; I'll prepare something for you and bring your medication," she instructed with finality.

"But I'm almost done," he protested weakly.

"Danny, I'm not going to let you eat waffles with chocolate syrup for breakfast after I went out and bought stuff to make you something today."

"But it'll go to waste," he countered, attempting to hide how he was craving the unhealthy breakfast.

"I will eat the waffles, waffles are for healthy people."

"That's unfair! You get to eat nice things!"

"Are you suggesting that I don't make 'nice things'?" Her smirk finally reappeared, showing she was not too pleased with his decision.

"That's not what- Argh," he sighed, his frustration evident as he acknowledged his defeat, "It's not even my fault that I got sick!" He grumbled out loud, unable to contain his frustration.

She softened, the sternness in her gaze giving way to concern. "If I promise to tuck you in, will you go to bed?" She offered while caressing his cheek, willing to put their little conflict behind them and tend to his well-being.

So he took her hand in his and allowed her to lead him back towards his room, "It's not even my fault that I'm sick." He voiced again, they would have this conversation, even if he had to force it.

"Whose fault is it?" Paulina asked while entering his room. His bed was still a mess, evidence that he had just gotten up and gone about his morning, still covered with a chaotic array of tossed blankets and dishevelled pillows.

The walls were not adorned with posters but instead featured several shelves that held an eclectic mix of action figures, books, potted plants, and other items, giving the room a lively and personalized feel. Telling a story of his interests and hobbies.

A small desk by the window held a laptop and scattered papers, college life never stopped for the young halfa, always playing catch up after saving the world.

But most of all, it held his scent, the smell which Paulina had come to not only love, but seek out. It was heaven for her, but she had to focus on the task at hand before relishing in her own needs.

"Thank you for asking!" Not that he gave her much choice, "It's that big, overgrown, hairy bears fault!" He said as she sat him on the bed, watching her go into his cupboard and search for whatever she wanted.

"Lift your arms," She really was going to baby him today, and he would comply, so he lifted his arms with no resistance, his vision momentarily blocked by the hoodie she had put over his body.

"And what did Frostbite do?" Paulina continued their conversation.

"He was all like," the boy cleared his throat to lower his voice, attempting to mimic his mentor, "If you train in your human form, you will be stronger in your ghost form..."

Paulina couldn't help but smile at his playful imitation as she opened the blankets for him to climb into. "Then why did Tucker say that you were training without a shirt on, in the snow, might I add?"

"That's not important," he downplayed, trying to shift the blame away from himself. His pout was a clear indication of his tactics.

Another giggle escaped her lips as she indulged his antics. She knew he would stubbornly deflect blame onto others no matter what she said, so she chose not to press the issue.

"I love you," she whispered as she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I love you too." His arms wrapped around her, and a protesting growl emanated from her stomach, prompting both of them to burst into laughter before reluctantly parting.

"I'm one lucky guy," Danny said just before she left the room, and he locked eyes with her.

"Then just imagine how lucky I am," she replied, leaving the room with a warm smile, ready to prepare a meal for the two of them.