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.]

[text]

Jazz?  Don?  Are you home right now?

[/text]

Comments

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.

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[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?

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[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.

Re: Commentlog

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[And Danny chuckles, finally beginning to relax a little.]

You guys are hopeless.

Re: Commentlog

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Ha! Score one for the Donmeister. ... not that Don would ever call himself that in his head.]

Probably.