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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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There's a dull ache running through his whole mouth. Pounding and unwelcome. Relentless. So he compensated. Sam and Tucker came over to find Danny had cut one of the decorative wooden posts off the headboard of his bed and was gnawing on it while doing his homework.
"Aw. No tail?" the goth pouts.
Danny turns the hunk of wood in his mouth, "Tucked in," poking his leg once with a finger, "Don't let it out at home."
''Dude, what's with the chew toy?'' Tucker asks, concerned and mortified at the same time.
''My teeth hurt. I know it's weird, but this really hel-owch!'' Danny threw the post down and started fussing at his gums. Sam dumps her bookbag on the floor and rushes over. He really can't fight her when she shoves his hands out of the way because she immediately sees the problem.
''You mean it helps until you get a sliver, right?'' It's taking all of her willpower to not laugh. Tucker bites his tongue and moves to Danny's computer chair. They came over to do homework together, so he started breaking out his assignments for the day.
It's a charming picture, seeing his best friend sitting on the bed with his mouth propped open while Sam uses her long nails to her advantage. It takes a moment, but she does pluck the shred of wood from his flesh.
''Well, if you really need to gnaw on something, I can get you a chew toy that won't chew you,'' the goth says with a light chuckle, ''and by the way, you've got fangs growing in!''
''What?!'' Danny flies off the bed, literally, straight into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
''Not bad,'' he says happily, examining the new growth of his canines that wasn't there last night. He returns to his room to find Sam has pulled out both his and her homework, and Tucker is already four questions ahead. Settling down on his comforters, he starts to reach for the wooden post as he's grabbing his homework. But Sam swipes it away.
''No way, Danny. I am not pulling another sliver out of your mouth. I'll order you a chewigem, okay?'' she looks at the post and sees the significant damage, dents, dings, teeth shaped depressions and missing chunks of wood....
''I'll order three.''
-
The next morning, Sam runs up to Danny on the way to school and hands him what appears to be a blue, dog tag shaped chunk of rubber on a necklace cord. But it's thick and doesn't bend easily. Danny puts it on and puts the gem in his mouth. The pressure on his jaw as he bites down is an enormous relief and he even sighs happily.
''Feel better? And you won't get a sliver from this.''
Danny nods and grinds the gem back and forth, bringing all sorts of relief. The pain had increased dramatically since yesterday, so it was nice.
''I have two more for you. They're not really meant for fangs, so I figured you would wind up chewing through them,'' Sam chuckles at the intended pun.
Had it not been for the chewigem in his mouth, the pun would have made Danny glare at the goth. It was an awful joke. But in that moment, he didn't care. However, when Sam reached for his bag to put the other two gems into a side pocket, he jerked away and growled. Sam took a step back as she was faced with blackened sclera and bright green eyes, wild and warning.
''I just wanted to put them in your bag for later,'' she cautiously reached forward for a side pouch, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He's never looked at her like that before, never looked wide eyed and alert, never looked so dangerous. She almost expected foam to start forming at his mouth. It's a reminder of how different he is, now. How altered his mind is and how easily he can slip into primal behavior.
Danny watches her, growling lowly, the sound foreign and unearthly, from deep in his chest. His eyes seem to get brighter and wilder. For a brief moment, what with the pearly white teeth and his ghostly irises, the goth is genuinely frightened. But she manages to tuck the chewigems away without loosing her hands. The zipper squeaks, she lets go, and Danny backs away, clutching and shaking his head vigorously.
''Shit! Sam, I'm sorry! I didn't mea-''
''-No, it's okay!'' Sam hesitantly reaches for his face, watching his eyes carefully. There's a flicker of green, then to icey blue, and then they go back to his human cyan. Her hand touches his cheek out of sympathy, and he does his level best to not whine because it hurts that badly. There's a slight twitch in his eyelids, which he can't help. Sam picked up on it and let go.
''Let me know if you go through those. I got the geo tag, so it should last at least a little while.''
-
The day granted Danny some mercy because there was no quiz or anything from Mr. Lancer, just reviewing and studying for the next one. Which meant the classroom was on a noise scale of seven out of ten. The tag was proving to be rather sturdy, and having some sort of pain relief was the only reason he hadn't lost his mind at the sound level of the room.
He was taking in information slowly, which was more than could be said for the other students. A few jocks were fawning over Princess Paulina and some of the cheerleaders. But he was still managing to study. The notes were crawling into his memory little by little as his teeth worked over the rubber tag. Pressing his teeth into the tag, applying pressure, grinding, feeling the slight textures of its surface as numbers drag on and on, ascending slowly into his brain, he's just starting to understand his work when...
"Mr. Fenton?"
Danny pauses, and hesitantly looks up. He isn't sure what would draw Lancer's attention to him. He's doing his work, and actually getting through it for a change.
"Mr. Fenton, what is in your mouth?"
Danny presses his teeth into the gem harder, just in case.
"It's helping me focus." Not a total lie, but by no means is it the complete truth. It's helping him by taking his mind off the pain, primarily. But his teacher doesn't need to know that.
"Are you a dog, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer folds his arms and glares down at the boy.
Something inside of Danny is riled by the question. He feels challenged. Attacked. With the tag locked firmly between his teeth, he returns a wild expression. Eyes wide and almost glowing, baring his teeth as if to say, 'try me.' But what comes out of his mouth?
"It's helping me focus. Here, look," he jerks an arm up sharply and hands his paper up to the man. So he can see the progress. So he can see that Danny isn't distracting himself. So he can see that Danny isn't just sitting there and accomplishing absolutely nothing. The room quiets down a little, and the halfa can feel people watching.
"I can see that you're working. But your chewing might become a distraction to others."
In response, Danny growls, a low warning, one without living origin, but not so low that Lancer didn't hear it. But he didn't recognize the sound. Unfortunate, really, for if he had, he might have some sense of self preservation.
"I'm working. They aren't," he jabs a thumb back to the cheerleaders, "Why don't you go bug them?" Danny doesn't know where it comes from, doesn't know where the will to challenge his teacher is creeping out of. But he can feel himself winding up. He can feel it in his bones. He's itching for a fight. But who will lash out first? Lancer's left eye twitches a little at the confrontation. At being called out. Because that's what Danny has just done.
"Give me the chew toy, Mr. Fenton."
Danny reaches for the tag, and for a moment the man thinks he's going to hand it over. But Danny moves it to the other side of his mouth and bites down on it again.
"Daniel...I will have you suspended, young man."
Danny folds his arms and grinds his teeth even harder against the textured surface in defiance. He doesn't have anything more to say. At least, not in words.
What comes next comes in a flash. Danny registers a loud clack and a LOT of oral pain. And some yelling. The relief on his jaw is gone. There's a pain in his arm that he tries pulling away from. But it does him little good and the next thing he knows, he's being seated somewhere else. In a hard plastic chair as opposed to a desk. He slouches and a wince takes over. He reaches down towards his chest and breathes a sigh of thanks. He still has the tag...he wants another one. Both sides hurt. Putting the chunk of rubber in his mouth with one hand, he reaches down for his bag with the other. It's not there. What is there is the dull gray carpet of the principal's office. There's words being spoken, but his mind has narrowed down to himself and the ache of his mouth. He gets up from his seat and starts for the door.
"SIT DOWN, MR. FENTON!"
Danny blinks. The tunnel vision is widening. He turns around and sees Principal Ishiyama glaring daggers at him. Shuffling back over to his seat, the halfa sits down. From there, he just keeps quiet. He hears the beeping. Eleven times. A phone. Great. Just what he needed.
-
The morsel of compromise Vlad gained from Plasmius had a cascading effect he hadn't planned on. Though, he had to admit, it really was for the better. Plasmius seemed to settle down significantly at the first agreement. From there, Vlad has begun to drift into his mindscape regularly to negotiate further. He's yeilding results. He's no longer getting knocked or kicked out of his own head. Two years of screaming, growling, snarling, arguing and bickering and it was all finally coming to an end.
Vlad is seated on a pillow in the library, the ring off and placed on its own miniature cushion, and actively conversing with his other half when his phone rings. The number is foreign to him, but it bears a Minnesota area code. He doesn't usually get too many calls, much less crap-calls. Unintentionally, it renders his usual pleasantries void as he flips the phone open to answer it.
''Who are you and how did you get this number?''
Through a fumbling voice and several stutters, he manages to garner that it's a school calling him. When he presses further, he finds that the call is justified.
''He tried to bite a teacher?!''
Plasmius falls silent in his head while a hurried explanation is prattled into his ear. Vlad finds the sudden lack of noise disturbing.
''Alright,'' he sighs, ''Keep him in the main office. I'll be there shortly."
When he snaps the phone shut, he pinches between his eyes to ease a brand new tension headache setting in. He tries to ponder over what could cause such a response. Why the boy would choose such a reaction in the first place, or what would possess him to think that biting a teacher would be the best course of action to begin with.
''Damn it, Daniel.''
''He's not one for lashing out in such a manner.''
Vlad huffs and puts the ring back on, shuddering when he feels the magic flow into him. He gets to his feet, thoroughly annoyed.
''You had better behave yourself. I'm not convinced you're ready to be around him, but I don't have a choice on this one. And I really don't need your nonsense on top of this.''
Vlad physically feels the calm that eminates from within, as though Plasmius has taken his own seat before a fire. In quiet obediance. It's not a sensation he'll ever get used to. The halfa gets himself presentable as quickly as he can. Using the portal, he's able to traverse the Ghost Zone in about fifteen minutes. His previous record had been thirty. But with his core now fully grown, he's finding he's significantly faster. He has to slow himself down upon reaching the Fenton portal.
The hunk of rubber the youth is actively gnawing on when Vlad steps into the office and sees him sitting just outside the door tells him all he needs to know. And recounting what little information and conversation he's had, he breathes a nervous, shuddering sigh.
"It's a fucking miracle no-one is dead."
-
"It would appear to me, Mr. Lancer, that Daniel is only mildly at fault, here," Vlad begins.
"His chewing could have been a disturbance to the class. When I asked him to hand the chew toy over, he refused." He folds his arms and puffs out his chest a little, trying to intimidate the other man.
Vlad is unimpressed. "It could have been, yes. But from where I'm standing, the only one being distracted here was you."
"And if it had become a problem for the rest of the class?"
Vlad chooses to remain controlled, even if the man is getting on his nerves.
"Mr. Lancer, through your own admission, the class as a whole was otherwise preoccupied and erring on the side of chaotic. You zeroed in on the only student actually attempting to complete the assignment. What I see here is a failure to maintain order and discipline. You frequently allow a select group of children to practically run wild, and I am very well aware of the breaks you give to your football teams," he stops to breath. To calm both himself and the literal demon living inside of him.
The teacher opens his mouth to protest and Vlad holds up a hand, "I'm not finished. There was a time when Daniel could not even change classes without having to look over his shoulder. Even now, every step he takes through this over-engineered prison is careful and calculated. He took longer routes to avoid problem children, I imagine that, now, he'll use them to avoid being seen by certain teachers. He was going to the back of the lunch line to avoid wearing whatever was on his tray. Now, he might skip lunch all together, just to avoid being pulled aside. He was skipping gym class because it's easier to take the failing grade than suffer the consequences and ridicule of participation. Now, he's going to expect every single adult here to be breathing down his neck whether he's working or not. Frankly, you should consider yourself lucky that he only tried to bite. Had he intended real harm, this conversation would be taking place in the hospital."
"Or the morgue," echoes through his head.
"He was che-"
"-So what?! I'd let him do his schoolwork hanging out of the window like a baboon if I thought it would keep him out of trouble!"
"You're favoring the boy because you, of all people, are his guardian. Just because you're well-off doesn't mean I should be any less hard on him." And the man knows he's struck a nerve because Vlad's lip twitches, trying to curl back into a snarl.
And Vlad, for his part, does not appreciate the dig at his status.
"That's right. I know who you are, and I don't care."
It only strengthens Vlad's resolve. And pisses Plasmius off further.
"I'm favoring him because someone needs to. Someone needs to give him a break. He's done nothing but work himself to the bone to keep his grades up and somehow he's still punished for it. This ridiculousness is why his parents' contacts were replaced with mine," not true, he really doesn't know why, "I know what Daniel is enduring to get his education. His parents don't. Do I approve of him nearly ripping off your fingers? No. Do I approve of him blatantly defying authority? No. Do I think he could have handled this better? Yes. But in this instance, Lancer, you, as the teacher, interfered unnecessarily because something bothered you. You are the adult. You could have chosen to ignore it. You could have done better."
Silence.
It's the best thing Vlad has heard since the phone call. There's some realization dawning on the other's face. Slowly, of course. But it was there. The older halfa has never seen an epiphany take so long.
"I think it would be best if I took Daniel home. Please assemble the homework that was to be assigned from his remaining classes, I'll see that it gets done," he pauses at the look of disdain, "Assemble a week's worth, actually. I'm keeping him home. I don't think you're capable of handling him, right now."
-
How he managed to get the boy out of the school without incident, considering how wild he's become, he'll never know. He'll never know how the boy recognized an extended arm as direction, as a silent order to leave. They'd walked to the house. And Vlad had allowed the boy to trail behind him to cater to the primal impulses, and the desire to not be the one being hunted. It went against the man's instinct, having to intentionally put himself in a predator's path. He wanted to run. Every fiber of his being was pulled taught the whole walk home and screaming to get away. But if he had, there's a chance he wouldn't have made it. Not in one piece, anyway.
Vlad quietly hangs his coat up on the rack. Danny keeps his eyes trained on him, teeth grinding hard against the tag despite having torn the rubber. It still has some life in it, if only an hour or two, provided he's not too rough. Good thing Sam got him extras. Vlad takes Danny's bag and says nothing, dropping it by the door. He half expected to be pounced by the boy after being apart for so long.
Now, though, as he's treading through the Fenton home as carefully and as quietly as he can, he feels as though he's just a breath away from being attacked. Even Plasmius is nervously lingering in silence.
The younger halfa lingers by the door and watches. Press, grind, press, grind, chew, chew, chew. There's a faint rumble from his stomach, but he's not aware of it. Glancing around, almost suspicious of his environment. Vlad minds every step he takes, going even as far as to intangibly walk right out of his shoes to make less noise as he pads into the kitchen. Hoping for a wall to hide behind, and hoping that if he's out of sight, the teen might settle down.
Danny almost prowls, moving slow and low in a manner the man's never observed before. He seems to study the whole room, examining each corner and quirk with intense focus. It takes several unnerving minutes, but eventually his eyes fall onto the couch. Scented faintly of fabric refresher and ectoplasm, it looks comfortable, too... It's not what his wild mind considers the scent of home, per se, but it'll do. He curls up on the cushions and falls asleep instantly.
Strung out on adrenaline and suddenly having no need for it, Vlad huffs a choked laugh. He hasn't spoken a word or even made a sound since picking Danny up from the school, out of fear of provoking him. Plasmius all but collapses in his head on the library floor, just as wound up as his human counterpart had been. A flood of something akin to relief, but not quite there, overtakes him. He slumps into a chair at the kitchen table, folds his arms, lays his head down and crashes. Hard.
-
Vlad startles awake to a hand on his shoulder. Jerking upright, he looks up to see Jasmine.
"Miss Fenton. I didn't hear you come in, I'm sorry," he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
She gives a concerned tilt of her head. "I just got home."
The man gives a brief sigh and nods in understanding.
"Where are your parents?"
"They went away for the week. Ghost hunting convention or something. Don't worry, they restocked the kitchen before they left."
Vlad takes a breath, thankful. "Where is Daniel?"
"He's actually asleep...on the couch."
'Thank the Ancients,' he thinks, utterly terrified that he'd just gone to sleep with a feral half ghost in the house. What if he'd heard something and woken up? And felt inclined to hunt it down?
"I'm going to guess you brought him home early. Did something happen?"
Vlad knows there's no way around this discussion. Not that he has the energy to try avoiding it.
"Daniel is teething."
The redhead blinks in confusion. "What?"
"All ghosts develop fangs. Mine came in years ago while in the hospital," he motions for her to sit down at the table and she does, "Human symptoms include fussiness, swollen gums and gum pain, and a slightly increased temperature, among other things. For ghosts, gum pain and extremely heightened irritability, almost dangerously so, and temporary cognitive impairment. His core is focusing so much energy into reshaping his teeth that it's taking away from his mind. At the end of the day, he'll be completely exhausted. Any exertion of energy outside of this process will drain him hard and fast."
"How long will this take?" she asks quietly.
"For a normal ghost, it would take about a month. For me, about a week. With any luck, Daniel will take the same amount of time. He needs to be kept out of school until then. I'm told I was difficult with the nurses," he peers through the kitchen doorway to examine the collapsed halfa on the couch, "Daniel is dangerous like this. He's more wild than I would've ever expected, which could just be from the fire of youth. But it's unwise to mix clueless children and narrow-minded teachers in with this."
"So, when I asked if something happened..."
"He tried to compensate and deal with it himself, and nearly ripped off a teacher's fingers."
Jasmine stares with wide eyes at the older halfa. "And you want to keep him here?! With me?! What do I do if he becomes too much to handle?! What do I do if mom and dad come home early?!"
All very real concerns, he knows this. There's a great amount of risk in just leaving the boy alone with his friends and sister. They don't know how to handle a teething ghost, they've never had to. Much less a teething halfa.
"I'm not going to leave him here! I'm not an idiot! I'd like to just stay in town and keep him in Polter Heights for the week, but I wasn't sure if you would let me," Vlad says.
"No! Please! Take him!" Jazz nearly yells, "If mom and dad find out-"
"-I know. I'll let him rest for the moment. He'll go back with me later tonight." It has the intended affect; Jasmine's concern, or rather, her fear, settles down.
She takes a calming breath, "How did you even get here if you were out of state?"
"I flew. I have a portal of my own. They're connected. In a way. I can get anywhere in the world where there's another doorway, especially here. Speaking of which... Why does the school have my phone number?"
The redhead stiffens and he glares at her.
"I just thought it would be better. For Danny. Just in case anything ever went wrong. Mom and dad are much better, now, but there's some things they just don't understand. Ducking fistfights in the hallways is one of them. ...I guess I should have asked, first."
"Yes, you should have," he replies, and earns a wince, "That said, the initiative was well taken. Just don't give it out, again.''
It eases the vast bulk of the tension.
...Jasmine ends up cooking a light dinner for the two of them since Danny continues to sleep. Initially, she'd stressed over him skipping a meal and wanted to get food into him.
''They're your fingers,'' Vlad had told her.
It was enough to keep her from shaking him awake.
They lingered in the kitchen for a while afterwards. When the first yawn creeped up on her, Vlad called for a car. Danny had burned through enough energy between attempting to bite a teacher and stalking Vlad the whole walk home that he was still asleep when the halfa deemed it time to relocate him. By some miracle, Danny slept through it all. From being lifted off the couch to being tucked into bed.
Vlad hasn't needed to use the house much since the summer program, and never used it prior to even hearing of the accident on the evening news. It was an angry purchase made in a somewhat drunken haze. When he realized he'd bought it, he simply shrugged it off and continued to pay the taxes on it, thinking it might come in handy some day.
He'd never expected to actually use it. Much less, use it to contain a feral ghost.
After turning the lights out in Danny's room, Vlad retreats to his own for the night. He curls up under the blankets, too tired to change out of his clothing. When his head hits the pillow, his eyes slide shut with ease. It wasn't a long day. But the current dose of adrenaline has finally run out...
...there's a faint pattering in the back of his dreamscape that doesn't belong. It wakes him up. Pulling him out of the relatively calm conversation he's having with his other side, Vlad opens his eyes to peer into the dark. He sits up, rubbing at his eyes and unsure of why he's awake. Looking around yields no information, other than that it's still dark outside. Glancing down at his watch reveals it's a little after three a.m. and he sighs in frustration.
''Why the hell am I up?''
A soft, rapid succession of steps out in the hallway catches his attention.
Something is in the house with them.
As quietly as he can, the halfa dislodges himself from the plush bedding and pads his way across the bedroom to the door. He nudges it open as slow as possible. It all goes against his better judgement. There's a voice screaming at him to just go back to bed and ignore it. Go to sleep. Stay away. But it's beaten into submission by the need to know what is in the house. What has the guts to enter his territory. Or who. Poking his head out cautiously reveals a dark corridor.
Across the way, Danny's door hangs slightly ajar. Which is not how he left it. He goes to the door, and is just about to reach for the knob when a growling mass impacts him and knocks him to the floor. He throws an arm up to knock his attacker off, only to shout in surprised agony when the flesh becomes lodged in a snarling mouth.
Vlad is met with vibrant green eyes aglow in the dark. Pupils thinned to a hair and blackened sclera glare back without recognition. Even in the dark, Vlad can see enough to know who it is.
Danny continues growling lowly, wet warmth runs down under the older halfa's arm, and the stench of salted iron fills the air.
"You little shit."
Teeth sink further into his arm in response, making him wince more.
"Daniel," his tone warning, "let go."
A strange chitter resounds and the wild halfa, from the depths in his core. It's new to Vlad. It's not a sound he's ever associated with the boy. The muscles in his arm are screaming and seizing at the assault, and the vibration from those foreign noises isn't helping. His nerves misfire and his fingers jerk and twitch, tugging on fraying tendons and causing more pain.
"Alright, fine."
The dark of the hallway is turned to a blinding, bright pink. A charge of electricity, and distinctly not what Vlad wanted to use but had no choice, sends Danny backwards with a yelp. The hall darkens. The boy crouches low on the floor, whining and shifting his lower jaw around. Vlad manages to get to his feet and looks on, watching him fuss at his cheeks and click a slightly swollen tongue. The whines fluctuate while Vlad flexes the muscles in his arm to urge his healing abilities to kick in.
He's sufficiently singed the perimeter of the wounds black, but he's also cauterized them. The blood flow has stopped. Which is a good thing.
Danny settles on the floor like a schoolchild, continuing to poke and prod at the sides of his face with that strange whining. Vlad suspects it's all numb, now. He heaves a sigh as the tension fades. The anxious, wild energy fizzles out, down to an odd ripple here and there. The feeling of danger has passed, and the halfa feels safe enough to approach.
Vlad goes to him and sits down on the floor next to him. The youngling halfa proceeds to crawl into his lap, startling him. And Vlad knows he's not in his right mind. But some basic traits to Danny's personality are still present, even if a little warped by his state. Point of proof, he proceeds to pull at Vlad's arm gently. His eyes, still blackened and glowing green, still feline, examine the damaged flesh. A clicking, low in his throat and muddled slightly by inflammation from the charge he took, tumbles out. A few minutes pass and he looks up at Vlad with a saddened expression.
"Yes, that's from you," he replies softly.
It seems to sink in. Wild as he is, Vlad can tell he's sorry.
Danny leans his head down towards the wounds, and briefly Vlad thinks he's going to take another chomp at the limb. Except, a cold tongue, coated in frost, runs over the openings with strange grace, further easing the ache. When the wounds are fully coated, and a thin layer of ice glimmers under the eerie green glow of his eyes, Danny lets go. He looks back up at him and taps at a cheek smeared with blood, eyes hopeful.
"No," Vlad answers, "Absolutely not. What you need is a TENS unit."
The smaller halfa pouts in response, climbing out of his lap and walking back down to his room.
Vlad waits until the door shuts before rising to his feet. He goes back to his own room, into the bathroom and digs a first aid kit out from under the sink. He cleans the wounds carefully, wipes the bloody trails off with warm water. All the while, the ice remains. The edges are dabbed with Neosporin, just to be safe, and he wraps his arm with gauze. As tight as he can. The pressure from the bandage feels rather nice, and he even squeezes at the area, just until a fleck of pain comes.
It makes him pause. Makes him think. Makes him wonder. Makes his mind wander. Absentmindedly rubbing at the bandage, eyes unfocused. A tiny spark flickers to life inside.
"Interesting."
'Interesting.'
-
Vlad lets Danny chew on the tags through the day. He curls up on his side on the couch, quietly gnawing on the rubber and lazing the day away, but not really sleeping like he needs to. He doesn't get up for food or water, has no desire to. Even though his stomach growls at him once or twice, it goes unnoticed, and Vlad doesn't force him to eat.
The next morning, the TENS unit arrives. With some prompting, Vlad manages to get him sitting upright long enough to apply the pads. Danny fusses at the weird feeling of the gel sticking to his cheeks. He tries to pry them off, only for his hands to be swatted away when he reached for them.
"You want help, this is help. Leave them alone."
Once the unit was turned on, Danny calmed right down. He visibly relaxed, falling into warm arms with clouded eyes. The black finally left his sclera, his eyes finally dilated, and the green faded back to its usual cyan. As though he's been drugged, all the cords pulled taught by the pain released. Vlad lays him down on the couch once more, and his eyelids fall shut like lead weights.
A throb deep in his arm draws Vlad's hand to it to rub at the gauze. There's still a touch of cold underneath from the ice. Not a terrible feeling, just different.
But, there's peace in the valley, at last.
"Wait until he wakes up and finds out he has a week's worth of homework."
The halfa groans. "He'll take the whole arm."
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