Despite it all, Wes slept, in the limp, still, way. In the way where he didn't budge or truly move at all, except... except in small breaths that came in incredibly small wheezes. Like a soft, pained whistle threw the teeth as stolen puffs of air.

While Wes slept, Danny did not.

Danny was too busy looking at the tell-tale bruises that scattered across Wes's face. Danny was too busy with the incredible- strange warmth and the cold relief that Wes was here at all.

It felt chilling, even for a thing like Danny.

Without thinking, Danny wrapped his arms around the other and buried his head into Wes's shoulder. Touching from the waist up and holding on tight.

"Mm?" Wes's eyes bristled openly. "Loose-" Wes gave wet coughs that sprinkled Danny's white shirt in red like droplets of morning dew. "Too tight- Lungs."

Danny jerked away as if Wes's touch scolded him.

At this Wes made a jarring sound that sounded stuck between a choke, chuckle, and scowl. "Loosen, but stay, my dear moron."

Danny rolled his eyes but did what he was told.

Finally, the exhaustion of it all, the draining emotion, caught up in just existing, Danny's muscles uncoiled and his eyelids heaved into the black.

. . .

It was strange, how much Wes almost didn't mind the healing prosses. Bones were being knitted and snapped into place, gushing through his insides as if guided by an invisible hand. Muscles clasped, stretched and propagated themselves back together, origins shifted, defeated and inflated back into health.

He couldn't see it, for the most part. Thank god. But perhaps worse, he could feel it. And as much as Wes wanted to, he certainly couldn't ignore how his skin shifted as whatever was damaged slowly became once again implemented.

But through the worst of it, he slept.

For the rest of the night? Barely.

Danny twitched, Wes's focus snapped to movement. "Danny?" Came a whisper, a soft question hissed through his teeth.

Danny didn't answer, he rose like a marionette on strings.

If there really were strings, one of the main ones would be on the small of Danny's back. Lifting- crap, floating only mere inches off the bed. Green comes thick off of Danny's hands out of no-where and the texture mirrors blood. Starting at the mid-forearms and ending at the fingertip the strange green dripped and glowed.

Wes scrambled back, a dence 'thump' echoed the room as Wes landed on the wooden floor and stared. From the whites to the pupil, Danny's eyes were a harsh, neon toxic green.

Danny slowly turned his head to the walls. He drifted off the bed and extended his legs to the ground, landing softly without a sound except for the slightest creak of wood. Like a screen glitch, Danny appeared suddenly in front of the wall. Hands drenched, fingers for a moment hesitant, Danny then stated his cryptic message.

His body was sore and his back throbbed in protest, but he wasn't, you know, dying, like earlier. He could move. Caution thick in the air and stiffening Wes's every movement as Wes slowly got up, eyes always on Danny.

Eventually, Wes walked next to Danny until there was only a yard or so of distance between them. 

"You're not Danny."

It was in no shape a question.

"No, I'm not."

Both stood in silence as the green faded from Danny's hands.

"The cryptic messages look like something my mom used to do. A game we played." Wes swallowed as he turned to 'Danny', "Are you...?"

"No, I'm not mom. We know each other though,"

Wes recoiled, "Hmm."

"They were, uh, supposed to be English." The thing wearing Danny's skin shrugged. "But cryptic messeges seem to be all I can write, sorry-"

"Who are you?" It was said sharply. "Why are you doing this? What are you writing on the walls?" Wes narrowed his eyes, "And get out."

'Danny' tilted his head curiously until Wes thought that his neck would snap, "Don't you recognize me?"

"No."

"I'm you,"

Wes glared. "You are most certainly not."

"Am too. And I can prove it. Miss malady has one eye, she had a long tail that she let fly. She would fly through a hoop, then another. Who is malady?"

The answer came at an instance, "A needle. Obviously," Wes blinked, "That's- that's an old riddle, it was never just mine-"

"Yeah, except you- we, used to love riddles before mom passed away, that was the first one we ever solved on ower own." The voice 'Danny' had grown softer, "Whenever I wanted a treat, she would give me a riddle. Hard ones where I'd usually lose. But I liked them"

Wes's eyes widen as he stumbled back, and suddenly, the voice did sound familiar. An old memory, his old voice to when he was much, much younger.

"God, you are me." Wes stared with his jaw hanging open, "but- I'm not dead! And I certainly didn't die any time recently." Wes's lips then pulled into a tight frow, "You didn't answer my other questions."

"Right. Well, I need your help. In the edge of the Ghost Zone is where you'll find me-"

"You mean you're not actually here? Your controlling Danny from... a distance? You can do that?"

"Yes, anyways, it's my Danny I'm looking for."

Wes blinked. "What?"

"My Danny fell in a well," 'Danny's' face darkened. "And I can't find him."

"A... well." Wes said slowly.

"Yeah."

"... you know how crazy this all is, right? It's-" Wes gestured frantically around them, "This is ludicrous, that's what it is! I can't-" Wes pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, "If you- me? Screw it, if you can control people from a distance, then why not try possessing the other Danny to see exactly where he is? Or how to help?"

'Danny's' nose wrinkled, "I tried that, I just keep getting this Danny!" 'Danny' stopped his foot, "I tried everything and I can't..." 'Danny' deflated, "I can't do it on my own, and ghosts don't wanna go down there its- it's..." he shivered. "Yeah..." He looked at the walls, "And I'm writing down, help me. Please."

Suddenly 'Danny' turned rigid. "I'm... out of time." He gave a sheepish smile as he waved. "Bye,"

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and Wes barely had time to catch him before Danny's body fell to the ground.

Authors Note: A short one, but a figured this was better than nothing? Also, uh. Hi again fellas, in my defense I was in another country.