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“Your ceiling is sooo high, Tuck.”
Danny, currently leaving drops of blood all around his bedroom, floated up to touch his lamp. Tucker sighed into his hands as his boyfriend, entranced by the soft yellow light, pressed his entire face against it.
He had given him permission to ‘drug him up good’ after Skulker nearly shredded his back to pieces, only managing to thermos him after getting a huge slash from his shoulder to halfway down his back. He had come crashing in at midnight, crying from the pain that he couldn’t just heal away like usual. They didn’t usually use the good ghost pain medication given by Frostbite, but this was a good time for it.
“Please come down, now.” He said, jumping to try and grab Danny’s feet to pull him back on his bed, but only managing a few feet short of success.
“Nooo.” He said, giggling into his hands. Phantom had disappeared when the meds kicked in, so it would look really bad if his parents walked in on shirtless, injured Danny Fenton floating in their son’s bedroom. Not only that, but the light had to have been blinding him. “Your lamp is pretty.”
“Danny, if you don’t get down here, I’m going to call Sam.” He didn’t usually threaten that, considering how mad she would be when she found out just how badly he got injured on the one night she had taken off to be with her grandma.
Luckily, that threat got through to high Danny’s brain, and he slowly pulled himself from Tucker’s lamp to lay down in his bed, face in his sheets.
Though Tucker would normally be fine with this as long as he could do his work, he needed Danny to not be lying down sideways. “Upright, please.” He chastised Danny gently, nudging him to sit back up.
Danny floated off the bed again, mumbling an argument but falling short of saying it loud enough, and sat in front of Tucker.
Tucker reached for the heavy medkit he kept under his bed for times like this. When he found it and brought it up to sit on his crossed legs, he found Danny had crawled away to grab the unfinished Rubix cube on his nightstand and stare at the colorful cube with wonder.
He didn’t usually like to pull this move, but he needed Danny to sit still. “Danny, I have something important to tell you.” He said, and Danny immediately turned to look at him with complete attention. “I’ve never told you this, but I’ll die if you don’t touch me at all times.”
“Really?” Danny asked, wide-eyed and a little terrified. He immediately reached over and put his finger on Tucker’s ankle, just in case.
Though it was so adorable that he wanted to just squeal and hug him, Tucker kept his face serious and patted his lap. “Yup, so you better come over here so I don’t die.”
Danny scrambled over, firmly planting himself in Tucker’s lap. He shifted Danny to sit with his exposed back towards him, and Danny took his job of keeping him alive with complete seriousness as he gripped both his ankles tightly.
“Thank you.” Tucker said, opening the kit with one hand and patting Danny on the head with the other. “Now please sit still so I can work.”
“Okayyy.” Danny slurred, trying his best to help by stiffening and straightening his back.
In an hour, he’d regret telling him that. Danny would take him seriously until the drugs wore off and probably wouldn’t leave his side until morning came. Tucker sighed and began fishing around for the needle and thread he’d need. At least he’d sit still for now.