It's nighttime. Sam is asleep. Or, at least she was until she heard a tap on her window.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
She groaned. "Who is it?"
Muffled speech came from outside her window. She rolled over in bed to where the sound was coming from.
When she saw his face she mumbled, "come in..."
Danny was in his ghost form. His suit was ripped, and he had multiple scratches across his face and arms. There was a massive gash starting from the left side of his waist up to his shoulder. Blood and ectoplasm was on nearly every part of him. One of his legs were shaking.
Sam had rolled over, and her pillow was on her face, so she didn't see this. "What do you want now? Want me to fix a few scratches? It's frickin 2 am." She grumbled. She is not a morning person.
Danny collapsed on the floor. "S...Sam..."
The thud he made got Sam to at least look at him. She gasped, rushing to him. "Danny what happened?" She examined his cuts, helping him sit up.
"Sk...s..Skulker..."
"Oh god...wait here." She went to the bathroom to get her first aid kit, which she kept around for Danny. She would always have to help, since she and tuck were the only ones who knows his secret. It would save the trouble of explaining to his parents what happened.
When she returned, Danny was crouched over, holding his stomach and coughing like he was gonna puke. She put the kit on the foot of her bed, and led Danny onto it.
She grabbed his suit's zipper and pulled it down, right above his waist. She traced the huge cut's edge. And let out a sound of worry. She dealt with this kinda thing before.
She hated every minute of it.
