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Danny stumbled into his room through the window, ectoplasm turning to blood as he transformed.
There was a large gash covering the entirety of his abdomen from Skulker, along with a few burns from his parents' guns. Why either couldn't have been a worse shot, he didn't know.
He gritted his teeth, reaching through the floor to get his hidden medical supplies before trudging to the bathroom, careful not to leave a track of blood.
Danny cleaned out the wound, first with a soapy washcloth, and then clean ectoplasm to flush out anything that remained. Besides, it would heal quicker with the extra ectoplasm.
He took out a needle and started to thread it. The blood loss was undoubtedly getting to him, as difficult as the endeavor was. Finally, though, he managed and pushed the needle through his skin, clumsily tying it off, before starting on the next one.
Danny kept his teeth gritted. He hated how much everything hurt as the adrenaline wore off. Black spots danced in his vision as he took a sharp breath through his nose.
"Danny?"
Oh, Jazz had knocked, he was out of it.
"I'm coming in, okay?"
Danny nodded, before remembering she couldn't see him and letting out an affirmative grunt.
Jazz unlocked the door and came in. She looked at the mess on the floor, and went straight to washing her hand and putting on gloves to help.
"Skulker got you pretty good, huh?"
"Yeah. Mom and Dad got in some good hits too."
"I see that."
They lapsed into silence, Jazz expertly putting in stitches from where Danny left off. Once she was done, she wiped off the blood that had seeped from the wound and covered it with bandages.
Jazz rummaged through the first aid kit, pulling out a bottle of healing salve from the Far Frozen. She applied it to the burns and wrapped them.
"Danny?"
"Mhm?"
"You need some rest, come on," She said, helping him up and leading him to bed.