A/N: I guess a little more inspiration struck for this chapter. I also wanted to explore some darker times with our favorite trio. If anybody has any suggestions or scenarios they would like to see next, please leave a comment!

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It was always hard to watch Danny battle with other ghosts. He could be pretty impulsive, and it worried Sam to no end. However, the worst was when he was injured, especially when that injury caused him to lose consciousness.

They were currently in Sam's bedroom, post-battle with a nasty ghost they had never experienced before. He fought dirty, and it took everything out of Danny before Tucker was able to catch the ghost in the Fenton Thermos. Literally everything. He was able to get to Sam on the ground before passing out and changing back to his human half. Sam and Tucker had to drag him back to her house. Luckily, her parents were on a business trip for the family company because without Danny to fly them into her room, they would not have been able to sneak around very well.

They were always prepared for the worst. Sam, Tucker, and Danny all had secret first-aid kits as well as a change of clothes at each other's houses, just in case.

While initially, Sam was panicked over Danny's condition, she quickly went into field medic mode. He was bleeding a lot, and she definitely would need to cut off his shirt to see the extent of the damage.

"Tucker," she instructed as they entered her bedroom, "help me lay Danny down on the bed and go grab the first-aid kit from my bathroom."

Tucker nodded solemnly and did as she asked.

Scissors were always next to Sam's bed, ready to destroy whatever girly outfit her mother decided was necessary to buy her daughter. She picked them up and cut away Danny's shirt. There were several large gashes, but only one seemed to be bad enough for stitches. Luckily, Danny healed quicker than most humans so he wouldn't have the stitches long enough for his parents to notice.

Tucker brought her the kit and a wet washcloth to start cleaning him up. For a trio of young teenagers, they were, unfortunately, very used to patching each other up. Tucker starting wiping away the blood while Sam got the bandages and thread ready.

They worked in stiff silence, punctuated only by the small whimpers of pain from Danny. Each time one would come, Sam had to resist stopping altogether and just holding him until he felt better. But that wasn't an option.

Eventually, they were done. Sam rummaged through her dresser to get Danny a pair of sweat pants that Tucker would help him change into. They decided it would probably be the most comfortable for Danny to not try to put him in a shirt right away, but she grabbed one for him anyway because once he woke up he would probably want to put it on no matter what.

"Tonight was really bad, Sam," Tucker finally spoke.

"Yep," was her short response. What else could she say? This was probably one of the worst ways Danny was inured. Knocked unconscious and needing stitches? She had a feeling things would only get worse from now on if they weren't careful.

"Your bed has blood on it."

"I know. But his blood is also mixed with ectoplasm, so I will just tell my parents that I spilled something on the comforter since it doesn't look exactly like blood. They will just buy me a new one."

They sat in more silence. Sam moved to check on Danny. He seemed to be stirring a bit but hadn't fully woken up yet. She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed.

"Shit, Danny. Please don't scare me like this again. I don't know if I can take it," she whispered.

"He's going to be okay, Sam. He always is," Tucker reassured her. It also sounded like he was trying to reassure himself.

Sam finally let tears come out of her eyes for the first time all night. Tucker came over and hugged her as they stood at Danny's side.

"I know," he mumbled. "But you need to know if the roles were reversed tonight Danny would be doing the exact same thing right now. No matter how clueless he is, he cares about you so much. Never doubt that."

Sam couldn't formulate words at this point because she knew all that would come out is a sob.

She would not allow herself to sleep until Danny regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes and saw her, he smiled.

"Hey," he croaked out.

"Hey yourself," she said and let herself smile for the first time all night.

A/N: I have always loved the idea that they are always patching up each other's bad injuries. It may be a kid's show but you cannot convince me that it did not happen. Danny got thrown around too much not to take some bad hits.

This was also very Sam centric with little Tucker interaction, but in my mind, she was in caretaker mode and mostly relied on Tucker to be there, and that was what was keeping her sane.

Again, I am open to suggestions! It actually helps out a lot, because its harder for me to get the initial idea than it is to run with it and actually write.