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

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Where were you hit?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I dodged most of it.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

And the part that you didn't dodge? Danny.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

My shoulder.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Let me see.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

You don't really need to. I mean, Don already bandaged it and everything.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She has now entered worried friend mode. Expect her to hover.]

How bad is it? You should stay intangible.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

It's really not that bad. It was just a pain getting all the salt out.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Go -- sit down! Do you want something to drink?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Danny.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[He holds both hands out in front of him, wincing a little as he moves his bruised shoulder.]

No, really. I'm fine.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She takes this opportunity to grab his hands, frowning in an almost motherly way. Better watch out, Maddie: Sam's stepping in on your maternal domain.]

Please? You wouldn't let me say I was fine when I was shot. Just take it easy for a little while.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

...I'm not going to get out of this, am I?

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

No. Rest. Please?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I... Fine. I'll rest. For today.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[And she is leading you toward your bed, Danny. She does not trust you to actually relax.]

Good. Sit.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny gives her a look even as he allows her to lead him.]

Seriously, Sam?

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Yes, seriously. If someone doesn't force you to relax-- Danny, can you even remember how many nights you've gotten a full rest since you've come here?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Lots of them before I got my powers back.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Kind of wish they'd've stayed gone at this rate.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

...I don't.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She looks annoyed.]

Looks like things have reversed, then.

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I guess so.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She presses her hands to her face, trying not to look frustrated. Danny's hurt; this isn't the time for an argument.]

Really, Danny. Is there anything you need?