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Danny was not just sleeping, he was convalescing. This meant he was pale and kind of clammy, but his color was slowly getting better. He was sprawled out on his bed in the infirmary, freshly showered and squeaky clean on nice clean sheets, in only a pair of scrub-pants, with his bum stuck slightly in the air in a fashion only teenage boys can manage. (It was good he was wearing scrub pants instead of one of those little gowns, or else his crack would've been showing, for all the multiverse to see). He was drooling on his pillow not a little bit, too.

Danny was a winner at Undignified Sleeping Positions. Gold Medalist.

Other than the peakiness and the fact that he was constantly sleeping, he was the poster boy for good health. The sleepiness, achiness, and physical weakness from the toxin was abating (all of said venom had been eradicated by Svava, thankfully, though it had already taken something of a toll on his body).

His lungs were fine, and the rib felt...the only word for it was itchy, from its quick healing job, but that was fine, too.

Psychologically...he was surprisingly okay with the fact that he'd almost died. When you were a superhero, it was a job hazard after all. He'd been ready for it when he'd flown off to fight Pariah Dark.

However, almost dying--well, technically dying, since his heart did stop for a bit--only reinforced how much he didn't want to die, especially far from home, without his friends and family near him, without them being the last people he saw.

He was just glad Venkman was there--and Sharpe, too, he'd been a huge comfort.

So he was mostly okay, but he...he was a little afraid, he had to admit. What if next time he'd be alone? What if when his time came, it'd be at the hand of a horrible enemy, like Crazy vlad or something? What if he'd die with only someone cruel and horrible with him in the end, like those slithering monsters?

Danny wasn't so much afraid of the dying part, but rather that how of it, now.

In any case, he slept too much to brood all that much about it. They were only continuing to keep him under observation on Venkman's orders, since Venkman knew he'd run back home to continue superheroing and get himself hurt unless he was told not to. So he'd been told not to--to stay there and get lots of bedrest.

Realistically, Danny could just jump up and fly right out the door, but all it really took for him to stay was someone telling him to--mainly because it's what he really wanted to do. Just sleep for a few days straight, unlike how he'd managed to sleep for quite some time now.

So, there was a weary, sleepy, but wakeable teenage boy in the infirmary, drooling on his pillow. He wouldn't have minded any visitors, be they doctors, other patients, friends, or even strangers.

April, 5 of the t-shirts she and Monk made (now numbering 14, as they finished 15, and she gave one to Mark) in hand, pokes her head into the infirmary.

Y'know... just in case any of the people who saved their asses happens to be awake.

And Danny is so... well, little. I mean, not really, but he's just a kid. And he looks so CUTE sleeping like that...

"Aw... you're adorable." she murmurs with a little smile.

Snort. Snorfle. Danny woke up at the sound of the voice, saw that Sharpe was sitting there asleep at his bedside (which was majorly reassuring)...and then saw a young woman looking at him.

He had no shirt on.

"Eep!" The sheets were dragged up and covering his torso like an alarmed woman with a shower curtain who had a peeping Tom catching sight of her bathing.

He did, at least, keep his head enough to wipe the drool off with his forearm.

"Who are you and why were you watching me sleeping?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You're not...some creepy person that's going to try to clone me, are you?"

April squeaked a little when he first woke up.

She's now trying very very hard not to burst out laughing. Because the thought of her trying to clone anybody...

"Um... no." she says, repressing giggles. "I was just wondering if you, um..." she blinks. "What's a kid your age doing in here, anyway? You look like shit."

...oh, well thank you, April.

"Oh gee, thanks." Danny rolled his eyes slightly, but he didn't look unfriendly. "I was in the fight with the monsters over the clock thing, and I got did something stupid and got hurt really bad. Luckily, Sharpe here--" He jerked a thumb towards the sleeping man "--got me out and Dr. Malcolm and some blonde lady fixed me up."