Yin-Yang:3

42. Still

(list #2 prompt)

He was so still.

His chest barely moved under the white sheets, the blue gown, and the red and green soaked bandages. She knew that it was a side affect from his ghost half, but it made him look so...

'No! He doesn't look like that! He's just sleeping, that's all. It's just the drugs they've got pumping into him. That's all, Sam, that's all.' She reached forward, brushing coal-black locks from his forehead. The contrast was disturbing her; the dark black against the ashen tone of his skin made the situation seem more morbid than it really was.

She sat back in the chair, staring at the screens around her. The only thing constantly telling her he really was alive, not the empty husk her fears forced her eyes to see. Tucker had gone to "get them something to drink," but Sam suspected that he couldn't stand seeing his best friend like this. Laid out on the sterile, cold, pitiful excuse the hospital called a bed. None of Sam's best efforts could get them to move Danny into a more private (comfortable) room in the ICU, a decision that required either patient consent or that of the guardians'.

She sighed, gently taking his cold hand in her warm one, carefully avoiding the IV. She glanced at the screens in the room, making sure they continued their various beeps and blips, that none of them began the dreaded whine she feared would start any second. She turned and stared at his chest again, making sure it was still moving. Hoping, praying, with all her might that it continued to go up and down, up and down.

Because she wasn't sure what she'd do if it went still.

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