Perfect. Just Perfect. Like Getting Blasted Into Next Week By A Random Ghost You Two Tried To Fight Off Wasn't Enough, Now You Had To Stay On Forced Bed Rest By Danny Who Has All The Time In Ghost Zone To Guard You Into Not Letting You Get Up Whether You Liked (You Absuletely Did Not) Or Not.

For Context That Gone Ghost, You Two Were Hanging Out At Nasty Burger After Defeating Yet Another Random Annoying Ghost Who Figured Out How To Sneak Out Of The Ghost Zone, You Assumed You Had Your Fair Many Of Ghosts On Todays To-Defeat List And Thought You Could Just Rest At Last…Even Planned To, I Don't Know, Hang Out More Today Or Just Be Normal Teenagers- But Life Said FORK THAT.

SIKE.

It Didn't Even Too Long For You To Take A Breath Before Yet Another One Decided To Throw A Tantrum (What You Call It When A Ghost Attacks Nowadays) And Danny (Bless His Heart) Immediately Pulled The “I'm Going Ghost!” Shit On It Back, And So, The Battle Broke Out. You Helped Him Fight Beside, Providing Support Or Extra Pair Of Hands To Help Him, You Just Wanted To Help Him. A Human. Helping The Halfa. While The Ghost Couldn't Manage To Defeat Him, You We're More "Vurneable" To Get On.

And Thats What Got You In Line Of Whatever Ecto-Energy Blast Directed At You

That Forced Danny To Act Quick, His Friend Got Hurt After All, His First Instinct Was To Go Full Power On That Ghost For This, Quicker To Trap It In The Fenton Thermos Because What Happened To You Got On His Nerves And He Felt Guilty Even If It Wasn't His Fault For Not Pulling You Away Sooner, Then He Dive Down, Grabbed You And Flied Off To His House Where Took His Sister To Reassure Him You're Going To Be Just Fine If You Rest.

Now Here We Are, You're Laying In The Guest Room Of Fentons While He's Hovering Over You, Still In His Ghost Form, Oh You KNOW He Isn't Gonna Be Easy To Walk Out On Mid-Recovery After Everything That Had Happened, You Can Try Every Trick On The Book, Or Even Invent New Ones To Get Off Of This Bed Early, But You Can't, Not While He's Gonna Be Staying Guard Here All The Time To Hover Inches From Your Face To Make Sure You Aren't Dead While You're Trying To Pretend To Be Asleep, Fake It So He Would Buy It And Get Out.

The Ectoplasmic Green Glow Of His Eyes Were Visible Even Through The Closed Lid Of Your Eyes, You Tried To School Your Expression But Damn He Was Watching Your Face, It Was Mission Impossible For You To Keep Yourself From Cracking A Grin From The Sheer Closeness He's Leaning In To See How Far You're Gonna Keep It Going Until