He's beat to shit when he knocks your window at three in the morning. He waits for you to open your windows before he climbs in. He's limping, multiple cuts and bruises litter the exposed skin. He doesn't say anything as you quietly pull the first aid kit from one of your drawers and he pulls off his shirt. When you turn around you suck in a breath.

It's bad.

He sits down on your bed and you sit behind him working on the worst wounds. There are long slashes on his back that wrap around his torso stopping short at his waist the marks look like claw marks.

"What happened?" You ask, keeping your voice from cracking as you gently apply some alcohol to the injuries.

"I was jumped by some ghosts. I got most of them," he lifted up his canteen and shook it, "but there are a few still out there" he says as he hisses at the sudden pain. He puts the canteen down and waits for you to finish his back before working on the rest of his torso.

"It looks painful" you whisper as you gently trace one of the many bruises littering his skin. He nods, leaning into your touch as he lets out a painful groan.

"It does" he confesses. "I don't want to leave yet" he presses his forehead into your shoulder and sighs. He stays like that for a moment before he leans up and kisses you his hands resting on your sides.

"Alright. Put your shirt on. I'll lock the door" you say before hopping off of your bed. You walk to the door, lock it, kick the first aid kit away from your bed and put the canteen on your night side table. You lean up against the pillows, opening your arms for Danny. He climbs into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you while resting his head on your shoulder. You notice his shirt has dried blood on it and you start to pick at it, wondering why he does this.

"Wake me up before the sun rises" he says as his eyes begin to close, his tiredness taking hold of him. You run your hands through his hair, pulling at the knots.

"Of course" you say as you press a kiss to his head. "Just sleep" you hum as you continue to mess with his locks.

"(Name) its 12! My parents wake up at 7!" He panicked as he ran around your room, collecting his shoes.

"You worry too much. I already called them saying you were helping me with a ghost problem" you say as you hold up his canteen. "Now, what do you want to eat?"