40 Ghosts [text/action; locked to roommates] backdated to Dec. 20

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny sits on his bed tightly holding a cloth to his shoulder and trying to clean the salt out of his shoulder.  He'd made it back to his room. Eventually.  Who knew getting shot with salt would hurt this much?  He just lies there for a moment, breathing harshly and clutching his shoulder, before he forces himself to reach for his communicator. 

This sucked.  He just knew anyone he asked for help would freak out.  But of course he just had to get shot in a spot he couldn't bandage on his own.]

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Jazz?  Don?  Are you home right now?

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Comments

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Anything can be hurt. It just might take more to hurt some beings than others.

[Don goes to fill the glass again.]

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Mom thinks the more painful a test is for a ghost, the better it is.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

... Remind me to talk discretely to your mother about that subject if it ever comes up. She might listen to me somewhat, considering how people sometimes want to experiment on us.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Well, you don't know until you try.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I've tried. But its kind of hard to argue against it without admitting I'm a ghost.

Re: Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

You can't properly argue from the other side like I can, Danny. I'm not a ghost, but I've run into people that want to study and dissect me and my brothers.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

None of them are here, right?

Re: Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

No, none of them are here. I would've told you if they were. You're not stupid enough to go after them without reason.

[Don remembers the cup and lifts it again. It's once more full of water.]

Ready?

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Yeah, go for it.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[And Don pours some more water into the wound. It's starting to look pretty clean.]

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny winces again and hopes this is the last one.]

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don inspects the wound.]

One more time should do it.

[Sorry, Danny!]

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Of course. Let's get it over with then.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[He refills it one more time, nods to Danny, and pours it into the wound when he's ready. Then Don quietly inspects it.]

I'll blot it dry and then we can put some fresh bandages on it.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

No argument here. The sooner I can get this covered up, the better.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Less questions that way.

[And Don goes to get a disposable cloth out of the first aid kit to start gently dabbing.]

I'm just glad you heal faster than most people.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this would be kind of had to explain to Mom.

It is a useful side effect. Even if its one I wish I didn't have to use so often.

Re: Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not be drug into that if I can avoid it.

And I'd prefer it if you didn't have to, either.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, if Mom ever does catch me like this, I just have to blame it on the ghost boy. She'll believe it.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

That takes "blaming yourself" to a whole new level.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I'm just joining the general trend.

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don puts a hand on Danny's good shoulder.]

Don't worry. I usually blame Mikey.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Does Mikey know about that?

Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don just chuckles. It's obvious that he's kidding around and trying to make the conversation a bit less dark.]

Maybe.