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Chapter 6.

(Dash's POV)

I ran a hand down my face and laid on the side of the bed.
My back burned.
My energy fizzling out.
my eyes fell to the sleeping boy on my bed.
I was so tired.
If I could only rest for a moment...

KNOCK KNOCK!

"Master Dash?!"

My eyes snap open, eyeing the door and the unconscious brunette in my bed. I scramble to the door, all but ripping it open and quickly pull it back to my side, instantly regretting it as the handle hits my side painfully and force myself to smile.

"Margret! What can I do for you?!"

My nanny stops, looking at me oddly "master dash, are you alright?"

"Just fine!" I clear my throat awkwardly "I'm fine Margret. What can I do for you?"

"I'm just letting you know supper ready. You weren't answering your pager."

I stop, thinking back to the small black object sitting on the bathroom floor "Sorry, I dropped it on the floor."

"Is master Kwan joining us for dinner?"

"Uh, no. He's sleeping. Had a rough day you know?"

I fight the urge to slam my head into the door and she stares at me incredulously. Thankfully she nods, turning around "well come on down then."

"Uh, right." I trail off, looking back at Danny "would you give me a minute?"

I shut the door, turning back to my room and grab the small camera on my monitor and place it on top of some books. Quickly turning on my computer and my phone, I log into my online chat and set up a private room. Opening the second account on my computer. I glance at my phone and move the small camera so I could see Danny clearly. I walk over, changing my settings so my computer wouldn't fall asleep and with one more glance at Danny leave my room. I clench my fist, wanting nothing more than to run my hand down his face, let it slide down the smooth banister instead.

I made the journey into the large lush dining room like I had a thousand times before, seeing two plates set out of either side and shake my head with a smile. I guess I couldn't ask too much of them huh? Having mom cutwork was a miracle in itself. I hardly expected both of them to show up because I got hurt. Adding on all the extra work in the hospital I had no doubt both of them were passed out in the break room somewhere.
I glance up hearing the door open and see Margret. She goes to grab the second set of plates when I stop her

"WOULD-" I stop myself, clearing my throat to stop my yelling "Considering the circumstances and my lack of consideration on my part, would you like to join me for dinner? You made enough for two right?"

I see her hesitation and smile softly "please? I promise I won't tell anyone."

She sighs "let me get the rest of the food."

I smile at her, watching her back as she leaves and turn my phone over, seeing Danny's sleeping form on the screen. I place it face down when she returns, pushing out a small cart.

"How is your head, master Dash?"

I look at her slowly blinking.

"Sorry, what?"

"Your head, master Dash. My lady said you were injured as well. We shouldn't just worry about master Quan."

I blinked, ripping off a piece of bread dipped in oil and balsamic vinegar

"Um, I feel alright." I cringe knowing how much mother hates the word Um "I'm just tired. I've never seen... Quan like this."

"Like this?"

"He's given up hope..."

"Master dash," she gently pushes again, she practically raised me, of course, she'd know I was hiding something

I sigh, leaning my head on my hands, dropping my bread onto my plate "he tried to kill himself... Kwan got into a fight with his parents and he's given up." No matter how hard I tried I couldn't bring myself to say the whole truth "I found him under the water in the bath and I don't know who to call or what to do. If I tell mom she'll send him to psych and that gets his parents involved."

Margret just stares at me. I flip my phone over, checking the screen and saw him roll over slowly, sitting up and struggle to get his legs out from under the covers.

"Excuse me!" I state, pushing my chair back and run up the stairs, pulling open the door.
"Danny." I shut the door behind me and lock it, rushing to the side of the bed. He tried to stand. Easily catching the small male I sigh "you shouldn't be up."

"Bathroom. I have... to go."

I sigh again. Moving the male into my arms and pick him up bridal style. I'd done this so many times these last two days it had become normal for us. So much so Danny doesn't complain, simply leaning against my chest. I pull down his pants, not caring that he complained that time and set him on the toilet. I kneel, nodding at him to go and pretend I don't see the blush on his face.

"Danny you may be tired of my help but you can't get up by yourself. If you hurt yourself anymore I'll be forced to take you to my parents and they will have questions. Lots of questions."

My pointed look kills any further fight. Danny slouches in defeat, leaning forwards only to wince. I move my hands, helping him sit more comfortably in my arms and wait. Then wait some more...

"You can go."

"But you're here," Danny whined. If it was any other time I would have teased him bitterly

"Dude, I've seen you naked. I don't care if you pee."

Danny bitterly relieves himself and cleans up. I hold him up, my knee between his legs as he washes his hands.

"Come on." I state, pulling the stool out of the cupboard and place it in the shower.

He watches me pull my shirt over my head with one hand and start the water. I glance over at the toilet, looking into his eyes and smile softly. I turn the heat up, sliding the bar and turn to him, pulling my large shirt over his small frame and push my pants down with one leg.

"We're having a shower together?"

"Well you still need one and I don't trust you to do it alone. Sorry, Danny."

I reach out, handing him a small towel and pick him up, placing him on the small stool.
I shut off the top jets, the water now soaking down Danny's chest and lower body, not his face. I reach forwards, grabbing the shampoo and swirl a small circle in his hair. My hands fallow next and I repeat yesterday's actions. Keeping a careful eye on the soap so none got in his eyes and feel the small male relax.

"Hmm?" I inquire as Danny mumbles, the words were swallowed by the water.

"I'm sorry." Danny repeats, causing my hands to still "I'm sorry about dumping all of this on your dash. It's not fair."

"Hey now," I state, fumbling for my words "I'm not made of glass you know."

I cringe at my words, picking Danny up with my hands. I feel him gasp as I turn him around, flicking the top jet on once more and wash out the soap, my eyes taking in the dark bags under his eyes. When the soap is gone I find myself pulling him against my body, shutting off the top get again to kill some of the noise

"Danny, you can toss hell on me if you want, trust me, I can take it but please if you ever feel like you did in the bath just tell me. God, if I had been even thirty seconds later it would have been too late..." I slide my hand down, removing any chance of him escaping "please Danny, I know I'm the last person in the world to ask something of you but please. I don't want to find your dead body somewhere. Please..."

I feel a few hot tears on my skin and burry my hand in his hair, cradling his head.

I put Danny back in bed, removing all sharp or potentially dangerous things from my room and went downstairs, box in hand and placed it on the table. I came face to face with Margret and the empty table

"Crap... dinner. I'm sorry Margret. Kwan tried to get out of bed on his own and it would have ended horribly." I rub my wet hair "then I helped him have a shower."

She only nods once "so master Kwan is in good health?"

"At the moment yes." I set the box down "I asked him to talk to me if it gets bad. I just don't want to thrust all this 'help' on him yet." I flex my fingers at help and set the box on the table "I'm simply keeping on eye on him for now." I shake my phone, showing her the monitor for a brief moment.

"All sharp objects removed I see."

I tap the box twice and move into the kitchen, grabbing an apple on the counter.

"Are you sure you're doing alright with this master Dash? It's a big responsibility."

I sigh, leaning against the counter "I don't know... but I know he'd do it for me." I grab another apple and turn, heading for the stair "uh, Margret. I know it may be asking a lot... but please don't tell my parents. If I can't handle it I promise I'll come to you."

She holds my eye, staring deep into my soul for an uncomfortable amount of time before smiling softly. I receive a small nod before I'm left to my own devices.

"Thanks, Margret..."

I watch Danny glance at my phone for the third time that morning.

"Are you going to answer that?"

I pause my hands, the white wrap stopping around his waist and spare a moment glance at the screen

"No."

When it vibrates once more he continued "it's been going off all morning."

I snort "Actually it's been the last 24 hours. It's just Quan. He's as much of a fan as I am and he can't stand the fact that I'm here with you and he isn't."

Danny clears his throat, shifting slightly before wincing.

"But if you really want I can answer it."

"NO!" Danny shouts when I reach for it, stopping at my laughter.

I wrap the rest of his ribs and stop, simply standing beside the medical table. The X-rays of Danny's ribs showed they were healing nicely, not as fast as usual but faster than normal. I couldn't help the small flutter of happiness that hits me and find myself turning away. Slowly putting the supplies back on the shelf.

I wondered if I had always felt this way. My eyes fell to the boy behind me, his thin frame reflected in the glass before me. I couldn't stand looking at him before, laughing and walking with his friends to class but I had always singled him out. He seemed to bring so much out of me.

"Dash? Are you okay?"

I blink, pulling my hand from the cabinet "yeah, just thinking." I smile and shut the doors.

I'd sent my mother a heads up before opening the medical centre, trying to avoid a repeat of yesterday and walked to the door, glancing up the empty stairs. My pager vibrates, causing Danny to pick it up.

"Getting groceries, be back soon?"

I snort "it's Margret. She always sends me a heads up before leaving. I don't know why considering she hasn't changed her schedule in nine years."

"Why a pager?"

"She doesn't want a phone. Plus my parents can't carry cellphones during work so it's easier this way." I move to the table, picking him up bridal style. My elbow hits the door, the heavy metal hissed open. I walk up the stairs, squinting at the blinding light cascading through the window. I stop at the top, causing Danny to look at me

"What?"

"Do you want to go outside?" I smile "I think a little fresh air and sunshine will be nice."

"Uh..."

I found myself moving before he could answer. Pulling open the back door to my large yard. Danny looks out, noticing the pool, hot tub, basketball hoop and court taking his time to look at each as I place him on a soft lounge chair and quickly grab a blanket from inside.

"Wow," he muses as I place it over his shoulders "it must be nice to have money."

"Uh, Yeah..." I had always looked at my gifts with hatred, hating them for taking my parents from me. Still sitting here with Danny, seeing the awe in his eyes was humbling "I guess it is."

"You don't like them?"

"I always saw them as substitutes for my parent's time honestly." I smile softly and move the umbrella over his head "my parents work so much they're never home. Like many rich kids, they gave me gifts to make up for it. In the end, I really wanted their time." I sit down beside him, loving the feel of the wind in my hair.

The sound of leaves blowing in the trees soothes my stressed nerves. I leaned back on my chair, pulling my feet up.

"Are you sure this is safe?"

I crack open one eye "Margret won't be back for two hours." I toss a hand over my eyes "clockwork, remember. Just, relax for a bit. We can go in when you're ready."

(Danny's POV)

The outside world was better then I thought. When Dash has first suggested it I was hesitant. I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep for a thousand years but sitting here under the warm sun it was nice. I still felt the deep claws of depression on my shoulders but the soft cushions hugging my back eased my aching ribs I couldn't help a small smile. I shut my eyes, feeling the cool wind blow through my hair and wrap the small throw over my shoulders. I hadn't grabbed my shirt when we left the shower last night, too tired to keep my eyes open. Dash really did have talented fingers. The fact that I was pressed against his naked body was still awkward but I had to admit it was nice to feel cared for. My eyes flickered over to Dash, the large blonde male was sound asleep, causing guilt to rear its ugly head once more. I took in the slightly pale frame and the slowly darkening bags under his eyes and felt the ball of guilt clutch my stomach.

Growwwwwwl.

Okay, made it wasn't just guilt. I tried to think back to the last time I ate. Yesterday morning. Damn. I opened my mouth, looking at the blonde and stop, the words dying in my mouth.

I turn, looking at the ten steps to the back door and the four steps inside the house. The easy task felt like climbing Mount Everest but waking Dash felt even more discouraging.
I pulled my legs off the chair, sitting up quietly and slap a hand over my mouth to silence the groan of my ribs. I grip the top of the chair and stand up, stumbling slightly. I look down at my legs, wondering if they would fail me. I hadn't felt this weak ever, the fact that my intangibility was working in overdrive didn't help. I drag one foot forwards, looking at each one intently like I could scare it into submission.

"Okay, I can do this."

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I had made my way across the pavement and was now looking at the stairs. I lift one leg, feeling myself sway and thankfully place it on the bottom step. I reach out and grab the handle, gripping the pole tightly and pull myself up, feeling both legs on the bottom step. I slide my hand up and repeat the process, slowly making my way up the steps. I feel my legs buckle and find myself kneeling on the top step.

Fuck.

I had one hand, little leg strength and cracked ribs. I couldn't pull myself up or stand up. I sighed, leaning my head on my stretched hand, the tears brimming my eyes.

This was pathetic.

I felt like calling Dash, the blonde was only a few steps away but I felt my pride flaring up.

"Okay. Every problem has a solution, Danny. Think."

I sit there quietly and think, noting how much easier this could be if I could fly.

...

"Oh my god..." I resisted the urge to smack myself in the face and try to focus "I'm going ghost." I shut my eyes, trying to focus my energy. I feel it flicker once before fading "I'm going ghost." Two flickers "I'm going ghost!"

I feel the rings appear, floating over my body and hit the floor. I look down, shaking my head once. My costume was all wrong, a mix of long pants and dash's tank top but it was better than nothing.

I force myself to float, shaking more than before but I managed to get to my feet in a few attempts. I feel my feet standing firm and grab the pole tightly

"See? That wasn't so-"

The door before me starts spinning. My vision blurs, the view fades to black.

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