Wow! I didn't know this one would be so popular. Thanks for following it! Here's Chapter 2, enjoy.

(Dash's POV)

I took another left, rounding the block and made my way up the large staircase to my home. I made my way into my house that was three sizes too big for anyone and down the stairs. The only upside to having parents that were to busy to come home meant that I had the house to myself and more things than I could possibly do with. I turned, using my hip to push the button on the wall and watch as the automatic door hisses open. Being in football, and a guy, in general, meant I had my fair share of injuries. After a thousand trips to the doctor, my parents decided to let me do things myself. This room had a large medical bed, metal cabinets filled with supplies, bottles of antiseptic, even a state of the art X-Ray machine. I laid phantom on the table and turned, slipping my arm into an L shaped machine, something I'd created myself and spun the wheel to tighten it and bent slightly, twisting my body hard to the left and with a swift cry popped my arm back into my socket. I felt the arm throb but could move my fingers again. I spin the wheel the other way and pulled my arm free. Hardcore right, but I'd rather fix it myself than wait seven hours for my parents to get back.

I smacked my cheeks a few times, trying to clear my head and open the cabinet, pulling down a few things I'd need. I turned, ripping open a small paper sheet. Slit a small line in the middle for his mouth and placed it over his face, carefully removing the removed the jacket as I went. I adjust the line slightly and secure it with a bit of medical tape to the sides of his face. The urge to look was killing me. Okay, focus Dash! I pull open a drawer to grab scissors. I cut down his shirt, using my hands to rip open the rest and had to cringe at the bruising. I did his pants next, pulling those away as well. Despite the dark bruising there didn't seem to be any cuts or massive wounds so I set the scissors down, pulling the X-Ray machine closer and after making sure all metal was out of the way I turn it on. The loud clicking echoed the room as it moved down his body, I looked at the screen.

Damn, what scientists wouldn't give to see this.

Thankfully there didn't appear to be anything wrong with his lungs, thank god, I wasn't sure what to do if one collapsed. I did see at least six fractured ribs and his hand, god, I counted at least fifteen small fractures and two broken bones. As if God was on my side the breaks were also clean as well, which meant I didn't have to set anything.

"Okay, dash focus," I growl, smacking myself again.

I felt as if my body had been set on autopilot. I ripped open a package of gauze, gently but properly wrapping up his ribs, reminding me once more how small phantom was. Next was his hand. I pulled out small wooden sticks, not really sure what they were for and measured. Cutting partly before breaking and placed them under each finger, stopping any movement before I wrapped it. It was the best I could do without making a cast. I added longer ones on the back of his hand, and a long flat piece, measured again to fit his palm before I too wrapped that. I'd hooked up an IV, flushing his body with fluids and carefully injected his broken hand with numbing fluid. Technically I wasn't supposed to use that. It was on the very top shelf for doctors to use when they came here but I'd seen them use it so many times of me and the thought of how much that would hurt when he woke up had me sticking the small needle into the top of the bottle. I pulled up the small blanket, hooking the heart monitor to his finger before I went to the bathroom.

I had to do a double-take at myself. I was a freaking mess. I was covered in soot, my hair was a mess, lips chapped and cracked and a large cut was running down the side of my forehead, leaving a lovely trail of blood coated on the side of my face and my jacket. I sighed, grabbing the cloth and gently washed my face, having to go over a spot two or three times before it was clean and ripped open a bag of gauze, some needle and thread. I grabbed the bottle of antiseptic spray and practically bathed myself in it. I hiss loudly, gripping the sink. It fucking burned! Using the now clean cloth to gently clean the wound. I cleaned and sprayed about five times, only feeling a dull burn before I grabbed the numbing agent. I stick it in the top once more and pull some out, a smaller amount than with Phantom as my cut was smaller and cringe as I stick it in the wound, watching myself in the mirror. After I was numb I picked up the curved needle, holding it between tweezers and gently stitched the wound. In and out, in and out, pinching the skin closed and going in again. A feat slightly harder with my burning hand but after seven stitches I did the last knot and cut the string. I added a smaller patch of gauze to my face and tapped it in place. I really wanted a shower but I couldn't leave phantom alone.

(Danny's POV)

I was lying on something soft when I woke up, softer than the couch as Tucker's house and I was warm. I wanted to go back to sleep but my nose didn't pick up the subtle scents of Sam's perfume or the tapping of tickets PDA as they waited. I also heard the sound of a heart monitor, the steady beeping echoing around the room and the smell of disinfectant.

Fuck!

I was in the hospital!

I gasped awake, my eyes snapping open and panicked when I could only see white. My life as I know it flashed before my eyes. It was over. I had passed out and phased back and now everyone knew my secret. I could only imagine my parents' faces. What about everyone at school!

"Hey hey hey!" A male voice says "it's okay, Danny calm down! It's okay!"

I struggled against the doctors hold as I tried to grab the cloth of my face.

"Phantom stop! It's me, Dash Baxter! You're okay! You're safe!" He cries out, using both hands to pull my one away. I freeze as the mention of Dash's name

"What is on my face?!" I panic again

"It's just a sterile sheet!" He snaps back "you changed back, I covered you up before I could-" he stops, not really sure how to respond and I feel myself calming slightly "the sheet is for me, not you."

I drop my voice a few octaves "where am I?"

"My house, you're okay." He sighs ending with a bit of laughter "your secret is still a secret."

I groan, trying to sit up when he pushes me back down

"Don't get up!" He snaps "you have six fractured ribs and over fifteen fractures in your hand. I've bandaged them both up."

(Dash's POV)

The room fell into an awkward silence and I felt myself shift in my seat. What the hell was I supposed to say to my idol? What the hell did I say in this situation? What the hell did I tell Quan? Shit! Did Phantom have anyone he needed to call?!

"Um..." I trail off, not really sure what to ask "Did you have anyone you wanted me to... call?"

Phantom falls quiet for a moment, obviously unsure as I was.

"Uh, yeah," he mumbles, telling me a nine numbered phone number.

I called the number, pressing in the digits and turned, not really sure who I was calling. It rang three times and picked up on the forth but I stopped, freezing as the very familiar sound of sex hit my ears. The higher-pitched moans. The slapping of skin. The shortness of breath.

"Sam, fuck, stop." The familiar sound of Tucker Folly came through.

"Since when do you want me to stop," Sam's voice whispers huskily and Tucker moans once more.

"No, the phone. The phone!" he groans out lustfully, obviously torn between his two tasks.

I guess Tucker hadn't meant to pick up the call. I wasn't that embarrassed. I was a healthy teenage male. I watched Porn ceremoniously in my free time, hooked up with women on a regular basis, not that I'd brag though, that was more Pollina's thing and pushed the end button. Slowly putting the phone down.

"Um, It was busy." I say quietly "I'll try again in a bit."

I went to turn, grabbing the sewing kit to safely dispose of it when I feel his hand on me, fingers gripping my wrist. I wanted to say something but the words seemed to die on my lips. I couldn't prove it but I had a feeling that he knew.

Sometimes there was no room for words. I turned back, enveloping his good hand with both of mine. Trying to convey some feelings of... I wasn't really sure what they were.

Support?

I held his hand, simply staying by his side. I wanted him to know I was here for him. Still, the news that Phantom knew Tucker's number had my head reeling. My eyes flickered to the pile of clothes, the telltale white shirt, though it was stained brown now I could still see the red circle in the middle of it. Damn. That looked a lot like the thing I tend to grab when...

I glanced at phantoms small frame and felt like crying again when the pieces fell into place. The clothes. The build. The weight. The friends. Each piece clicking together, making a familiar face.

"Danny?"

(Danny's POV)

I felt my heartbreaking. A thousand pieces littering the floor. It hurt more than the pain in my ribs and my hand. I knew that Dash had injected me with something but thanks to my ecto-blood it was burned off quickly. The one downside to speed healing. I felt everything.

Still, it was nothing compared to the feeling of my heart as the sounds of skin could be heard over the phone line. I bet I didn't even need super-hearing, Dash's volume was almost deafening.

I had hoped that Tucker and Sam could take me away from here, strike Dash with the Fenton-stick *something I made up* and make the last few hours disappear but that thought died on my lips like everything else. It wasn't even the fact that my best-friends were sleeping together. Or that my closest friend was sleeping with the woman I loved. No. It was the fact that both of them would rather lie to my face about it. Watch the loving smiles I sent to sam and the hopeful late-night talks with Tucker while both pretending nothing was happening.

It had me wishing I was back with Skulker. That Dash had never saved me. I was thankful for the white sheet over my face because it was the only thing stopping him from seeing the tears streaming down my face.

"Um, it was busy," Dash says quietly. God, he was always a bad lier.

I couldn't stop myself. I needed someone. Anyone for comfort and I felt my hand reaching to grasp his. My fingers curling tightly. I thought he would laugh. Or do something violent but to my surprise, he cups my hand. Wrapping his large hands around mine. Holding on like he was trying to shield me from the world. I don't know what to do. Here I was stuck in my childhood bullies home. Bruised. Broken. Betrayed by my friends with nowhere to go. Dash had called them, a number Tucker didn't have, so I guess I could try and play it cool at school. I'd almost have too if I wanted to keep this facade. But the thought only made more tears come and I had to bite my lip to stop the sob from ripping from my throat.

I wanted someone to be here for me. Danny Fenton, not Danny Phantom. I wanted someone to hold me. To be here for me... Dash's voice hits my ears.

"Danny?" I inwardly sighed, not wanting to throw my voice yet again to put him off, but the way he said it made me stop. It wasn't enthusiastic or proud. It was unsure. Scared even, and I knew he wasn't talking about my other half this time.

"Danny?" Dash repeats, more broken than before and I felt the dam burst.

The pain coming out in deep, painful wails that shock my body.
Today had just been too much.
So much that I couldn't stop Dash's hands as he pulled off each side of the tape and gently dragged off the sheet.

To be bare before him was terrifying.
Not naked skin or bruised flesh but as me.
The nerdy high school geek.
The boy he tormented for the hell of it.
To be human...

This was my worst nightmare. This was terrifying. But laying here in front of him, not as Phantom but as Fenton drowning in pain... feeling his strong warm hands and compassion for me I couldn't help but want him near me. For the first time today, I felt safe.