Name's Danny. Just Danny. I live in Beacon Hills, I like lacrosse, and recently all my friends are acting a little strange.


*This is an RP blog devoted to Danny from Teen Wolf*

 

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Goosebumps, liver, nose

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

You being hurt.  Crowley finding you.  My mom and dad getting pulled further into all this stuff.

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

People keeping things from me to protect me. 

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

The smell of my Aunt’s house in Hawaii.

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Bum, ears, spine

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Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures

Not fair, Danny. Definitely not fair. Curly fries, obviously. Disney movies. Real bacon.

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

Every chance I get.

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

I’ll do anything for the people I care about. And yeah, I think that’s one of the best things about me, but also my biggest weakness. 

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I… I guess I never really apologized for that. I’m sorry, Danny. I thought I was doing the right thing, that it was the only way to keep you safe. I am so, so sorry, and I hope you’ll be able to forgive me one day.

You know I forgave you ages ago, man.  You were my friend a long time before we dated, and you’re still my friend now that we’re not.

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Birth marks, Ears, Eyes

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Any of my mom’s stories about her life as a teenager.  She was surprisingly scary.

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

As little as possible.  It’s rude.  People deserve their privacy.  Unless we’re hunting.  Then I do what I have to.

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

Well, five years ago I had never killed anyone, so that’s a pretty big change.  Also, I know that all the stories are true.

beaconhillsjersey24 asked
Hair, scars, shoulders

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

I once let Jackson talk me into wearing a scarf with short sleeves (no offence Mr. Argent).

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Ah… I’ve found out I will go to lengths I’m not entirely comfortable with to protect the people I love.

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

I like taking care of people.  I like pampering Jesse.  He hasn’t been taken care of enough in his life and I want to change that.

Body Meme

  • Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?
  • Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?
  • Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?
  • Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?
  • Bruises: Are you easily hurt?
  • Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures
  • Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?
  • Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?
  • Chin: How well do you take criticism?
  • Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?
  • Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?
  • Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)
  • Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?
  • Feet: Can you dance well?
  • Fingers: Can you play an instrument?
  • Goosebumps: What scares you the most?
  • Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?
  • Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?
  • Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?
  • Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love too fast and too hard?
  • Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?
  • Kidneys: What is your worst habit?
  • Knees: Who was your last crush?
  • Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?
  • Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?
  • Mouth: How often do you lie?
  • Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?
  • Nose: What is your favourite scent?
  • Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?
  • Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?
  • Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?
  • Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?
  • Spine: What is your biggest weakness?
  • Teeth: What is your favourite meal?
  • Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?
  • Throat: What is your proudest memory?
  • Tongue: How many languages can you speak?
  • Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?
  • Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

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-Danny blocks Jamie’s shot, pulling a face at Jesse as he takes the ball out. As he throws the ball to Diane he feels a familiar tingle at the back of his neck, signalling the coming of another headache. He starts to call a time out, when a wave of dizziness overcomes him.

-when he wakes up, it’s to blinding light and blinding pain.

Jesse’s face swims into view-

Make it go away -he begs- Make the light go away.

-he buries his face in Jesse’s shirt and tries to stifle his whimper. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been-

Okay. Okay.

-By this point, they’ve attracted attention from other adults helping out and Jesse orders Eugene to take care of things. He’s gotta get Danny home. Carrying Danny back to the car, Jesse mutters nonsense while privately cursing humanity’s ignorance of other species that prevent him from getting Danny home NOW.-

How long, baby? How long has it been this bad?

-It has to be him. Because of him. Because of the pills. It’s too similar to the first time he lost sense of Meg. How could he have missed this? How fucking selfish has he been that he hasn’t even *noticed*?-

-he can’t focus, is only vaguely aware of Jesse’s voice. He feels the fabric of the car against his skin and curls into a ball against it.

He blindly reaches out for Jesse’s skin as the car lurches into movement. He latches onto the last thing Jesse said, something saying he shouldn’t answer, but unable through the pain to remember *why*-

Couple months. Never this bad before.

Why didn’t you say anything?!

-Danny recoils from his shout, curling tighter in his seat.-

Fuck. -He’s quieter, reaching out for Danny with his free hand.- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t take anymore. I’ll …I’ll go back to one a day.

-Just the thought of going back to that pain level makes him break out in a sweat. But one look at Danny, who’s *shaking*, makes Jesse firm his resolve. Or maybe there’s something Amets can do to counteract the effect. Or Deaton. He seems a little shadier. He probably knows more stuff than her.

In the meantime, Jesse gets Danny back in the house and in bed. He puts a wet washcloth to his head, massaging his scalp as Danny curls into his side.-

What can I do? Tell me how can I help you.

I can’t…I can’t…-he lurches to the side of the bed and vomits, burying his face in the pillow at the sound it makes as it splashes to the floor-

I’m okay -he finally protests, reaching out blindly for Jesse’s hand- Amets said it would happen. It’ll pass. It always goes aways.

-another wave hits and he bites his tongue to keep from screaming-

Maybe…maybe my mom?

Okay. I’ll be right back.

-Jesse kisses his forehead, then realizes he doesn’t actually know where Mrs. Mahealani is right now. She *was* at the Center but most likely heard about Danny by now from someone. When he goes to call her on his cell, he finds she’s already called him three times and when he calls her back she’s nearly home.

Jesse doesn’t even attempt to bullshit her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Nothing gets by her. Danny calls for him while he’s still on the phone and Jesse barely gets a trash can to him before Danny’s throwing up again. He’s never felt so hopeless. Not even for himself and Meg. And worse knowing he’s the cause of it.-

Breathe, baby. -Jesse rubs his back, placing the washcloth on his nape.- It’ll pass. I promise it will pass. Your mom’s on her way. I love you and I am so fucking sorry.

-he shakes his head in denial of Jesse’s apology-

No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should be stronger.

-he hears his mom on the stairs and then feels her hand on his forehead. He turns into the coolness of her skin and then, uncontrollably, starts to cry-

It hurts, mom. Make it stop hurting.

-a small part of him recognizes he’s out of place, out of mind, but he fists his hands in his mom’s sweater and clings hard-

Make it stop.

-Jesse backs away from the bed in horror at what he’s done. He’s hurt *Danny*. He’s scum. He’s exactly like his demon family. Worthless and selfish and…Mrs. Mahealani’s eyes lock on his.

*You don’t get to leave. Not now. You love him and you will do whatever it takes to get him better. That’s no less than he’s done for you for months, Jesse.*

He’s sick, pain and guilt swirling together until he wants to vomit right alongside Danny.-

I’ll call Amets.

-If he thought she would be their saving grace, though, he was wrong.

*What did you think I meant by Danny being your shield, Jesse? I warned you. Multiple times.*-

I get it. Now tell me how to make it stop!

-*You don’t. It has to pass on its own. Ride it out.*

Jesse sobs, hanging up the phone and crawling into the bed behind Danny.-

I’m so sorry. I’m here. You can do this, baby. You can do this and you will *never* have to do this again.

-he keeps one hand on his mom and one hand laced with Jesse’s, as the pain washes over him again and again. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been and a part of him just wants to die. But finally…finally…it fades away.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, through snot and tears and lingering pain-

I’m okay. It’s alright.

-he flips over to face Jesse and cups his face-

I’m sorry. I’m alright. You’re okay, though, right?

Shut up. Don’t worry about me.

-He realizes he’s crying with relief and smiles, even as the pain returns as strong as ever, because it means Danny isn’t feeling it anymore. Wiping Danny’s cheeks, Jesse kisses him and rests their foreheads together.-

-his mom stands up and gives Jesse a hard look he doesn’t understand.

*I’m going to fix some dinner. You need some food. Both of you*

Then she’s gone. Danny wraps his arms around Jesse and runs his hand up amd down his spine-

It’s okay, baby. It only happens once a day. This time was just bad. Come on -he rolls to a sitting position and pulls Jesse with him, eager to put the whole thing behind them-

You should help me with my homework.

Danny, wait.

-Jesse stops him with a hand on his arm, momentarily getting caught by watching his thumb stroke across Danny’s skin.-

It was bad because of me. It’s my fault. I’ve been taking three pills a day. God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it was hurting you. If I would have known, I swear I wouldn’t have.

-he blinks rapidly as confusion settles into understanding-

You took…more? But Amets said…she said not to. Did she *know*?

-he feels lied to, betrayed in a way he can’t quite parse through yet-

Why didn’t you tell me?

I didn’t want you to worry. And when it worked, that was all that mattered. I didn’t know what it was doing to you! Be mad at me. I don’t blame you for that. I won’t blame you for hating me. Amets repeatedly told me not to. But I was desperate. I threatened her. And she caved.

I want to be better than them. Better than hell. But I’m not. I’m just as bad. I’m so sorry for dragging you into this mess.

-he wants to tell Jesse he forgives him. He *does* forgive him. He’s just so…tired.

He does the best he can. Hooks an arm around Jesse’s neck, kisses his forehead, and then burrows back under the covers-

Go eat. Mom’s probably cooking enough for an army. I’m gonna go to bed. We’ll talk to Amets tomorrow.

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-Danny blocks Jamie’s shot, pulling a face at Jesse as he takes the ball out. As he throws the ball to Diane he feels a familiar tingle at the back of his neck, signalling the coming of another headache. He starts to call a time out, when a wave of dizziness overcomes him.

-when he wakes up, it’s to blinding light and blinding pain.

Jesse’s face swims into view-

Make it go away -he begs- Make the light go away.

-he buries his face in Jesse’s shirt and tries to stifle his whimper. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been-

Okay. Okay.

-By this point, they’ve attracted attention from other adults helping out and Jesse orders Eugene to take care of things. He’s gotta get Danny home. Carrying Danny back to the car, Jesse mutters nonsense while privately cursing humanity’s ignorance of other species that prevent him from getting Danny home NOW.-

How long, baby? How long has it been this bad?

-It has to be him. Because of him. Because of the pills. It’s too similar to the first time he lost sense of Meg. How could he have missed this? How fucking selfish has he been that he hasn’t even *noticed*?-

-he can’t focus, is only vaguely aware of Jesse’s voice. He feels the fabric of the car against his skin and curls into a ball against it.

He blindly reaches out for Jesse’s skin as the car lurches into movement. He latches onto the last thing Jesse said, something saying he shouldn’t answer, but unable through the pain to remember *why*-

Couple months. Never this bad before.

Why didn’t you say anything?!

-Danny recoils from his shout, curling tighter in his seat.-

Fuck. -He’s quieter, reaching out for Danny with his free hand.- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t take anymore. I’ll …I’ll go back to one a day.

-Just the thought of going back to that pain level makes him break out in a sweat. But one look at Danny, who’s *shaking*, makes Jesse firm his resolve. Or maybe there’s something Amets can do to counteract the effect. Or Deaton. He seems a little shadier. He probably knows more stuff than her.

In the meantime, Jesse gets Danny back in the house and in bed. He puts a wet washcloth to his head, massaging his scalp as Danny curls into his side.-

What can I do? Tell me how can I help you.

I can’t…I can’t…-he lurches to the side of the bed and vomits, burying his face in the pillow at the sound it makes as it splashes to the floor-

I’m okay -he finally protests, reaching out blindly for Jesse’s hand- Amets said it would happen. It’ll pass. It always goes aways.

-another wave hits and he bites his tongue to keep from screaming-

Maybe…maybe my mom?

Okay. I’ll be right back.

-Jesse kisses his forehead, then realizes he doesn’t actually know where Mrs. Mahealani is right now. She *was* at the Center but most likely heard about Danny by now from someone. When he goes to call her on his cell, he finds she’s already called him three times and when he calls her back she’s nearly home.

Jesse doesn’t even attempt to bullshit her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Nothing gets by her. Danny calls for him while he’s still on the phone and Jesse barely gets a trash can to him before Danny’s throwing up again. He’s never felt so hopeless. Not even for himself and Meg. And worse knowing he’s the cause of it.-

Breathe, baby. -Jesse rubs his back, placing the washcloth on his nape.- It’ll pass. I promise it will pass. Your mom’s on her way. I love you and I am so fucking sorry.

-he shakes his head in denial of Jesse’s apology-

No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should be stronger.

-he hears his mom on the stairs and then feels her hand on his forehead. He turns into the coolness of her skin and then, uncontrollably, starts to cry-

It hurts, mom. Make it stop hurting.

-a small part of him recognizes he’s out of place, out of mind, but he fists his hands in his mom’s sweater and clings hard-

Make it stop.

-Jesse backs away from the bed in horror at what he’s done. He’s hurt *Danny*. He’s scum. He’s exactly like his demon family. Worthless and selfish and…Mrs. Mahealani’s eyes lock on his.

*You don’t get to leave. Not now. You love him and you will do whatever it takes to get him better. That’s no less than he’s done for you for months, Jesse.*

He’s sick, pain and guilt swirling together until he wants to vomit right alongside Danny.-

I’ll call Amets.

-If he thought she would be their saving grace, though, he was wrong.

*What did you think I meant by Danny being your shield, Jesse? I warned you. Multiple times.*-

I get it. Now tell me how to make it stop!

-*You don’t. It has to pass on its own. Ride it out.*

Jesse sobs, hanging up the phone and crawling into the bed behind Danny.-

I’m so sorry. I’m here. You can do this, baby. You can do this and you will *never* have to do this again.

-he keeps one hand on his mom and one hand laced with Jesse’s, as the pain washes over him again and again. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been and a part of him just wants to die. But finally…finally…it fades away.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, through snot and tears and lingering pain-

I’m okay. It’s alright.

-he flips over to face Jesse and cups his face-

I’m sorry. I’m alright. You’re okay, though, right?

Shut up. Don’t worry about me.

-He realizes he’s crying with relief and smiles, even as the pain returns as strong as ever, because it means Danny isn’t feeling it anymore. Wiping Danny’s cheeks, Jesse kisses him and rests their foreheads together.-

-his mom stands up and gives Jesse a hard look he doesn’t understand.

*I’m going to fix some dinner. You need some food. Both of you*

Then she’s gone. Danny wraps his arms around Jesse and runs his hand up amd down his spine-

It’s okay, baby. It only happens once a day. This time was just bad. Come on -he rolls to a sitting position and pulls Jesse with him, eager to put the whole thing behind them-

You should help me with my homework.

Danny, wait.

-Jesse stops him with a hand on his arm, momentarily getting caught by watching his thumb stroke across Danny’s skin.-

It was bad because of me. It’s my fault. I’ve been taking three pills a day. God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it was hurting you. If I would have known, I swear I wouldn’t have.

-he blinks rapidly as confusion settles into understanding-

You took…more? But Amets said…she said not to. Did she *know*?

-he feels lied to, betrayed in a way he can’t quite parse through yet-

Why didn’t you tell me?

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-Danny blocks Jamie’s shot, pulling a face at Jesse as he takes the ball out. As he throws the ball to Diane he feels a familiar tingle at the back of his neck, signalling the coming of another headache. He starts to call a time out, when a wave of dizziness overcomes him.

-when he wakes up, it’s to blinding light and blinding pain.

Jesse’s face swims into view-

Make it go away -he begs- Make the light go away.

-he buries his face in Jesse’s shirt and tries to stifle his whimper. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been-

Okay. Okay.

-By this point, they’ve attracted attention from other adults helping out and Jesse orders Eugene to take care of things. He’s gotta get Danny home. Carrying Danny back to the car, Jesse mutters nonsense while privately cursing humanity’s ignorance of other species that prevent him from getting Danny home NOW.-

How long, baby? How long has it been this bad?

-It has to be him. Because of him. Because of the pills. It’s too similar to the first time he lost sense of Meg. How could he have missed this? How fucking selfish has he been that he hasn’t even *noticed*?-

-he can’t focus, is only vaguely aware of Jesse’s voice. He feels the fabric of the car against his skin and curls into a ball against it.

He blindly reaches out for Jesse’s skin as the car lurches into movement. He latches onto the last thing Jesse said, something saying he shouldn’t answer, but unable through the pain to remember *why*-

Couple months. Never this bad before.

Why didn’t you say anything?!

-Danny recoils from his shout, curling tighter in his seat.-

Fuck. -He’s quieter, reaching out for Danny with his free hand.- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t take anymore. I’ll …I’ll go back to one a day.

-Just the thought of going back to that pain level makes him break out in a sweat. But one look at Danny, who’s *shaking*, makes Jesse firm his resolve. Or maybe there’s something Amets can do to counteract the effect. Or Deaton. He seems a little shadier. He probably knows more stuff than her.

In the meantime, Jesse gets Danny back in the house and in bed. He puts a wet washcloth to his head, massaging his scalp as Danny curls into his side.-

What can I do? Tell me how can I help you.

I can’t…I can’t…-he lurches to the side of the bed and vomits, burying his face in the pillow at the sound it makes as it splashes to the floor-

I’m okay -he finally protests, reaching out blindly for Jesse’s hand- Amets said it would happen. It’ll pass. It always goes aways.

-another wave hits and he bites his tongue to keep from screaming-

Maybe…maybe my mom?

Okay. I’ll be right back.

-Jesse kisses his forehead, then realizes he doesn’t actually know where Mrs. Mahealani is right now. She *was* at the Center but most likely heard about Danny by now from someone. When he goes to call her on his cell, he finds she’s already called him three times and when he calls her back she’s nearly home.

Jesse doesn’t even attempt to bullshit her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Nothing gets by her. Danny calls for him while he’s still on the phone and Jesse barely gets a trash can to him before Danny’s throwing up again. He’s never felt so hopeless. Not even for himself and Meg. And worse knowing he’s the cause of it.-

Breathe, baby. -Jesse rubs his back, placing the washcloth on his nape.- It’ll pass. I promise it will pass. Your mom’s on her way. I love you and I am so fucking sorry.

-he shakes his head in denial of Jesse’s apology-

No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should be stronger.

-he hears his mom on the stairs and then feels her hand on his forehead. He turns into the coolness of her skin and then, uncontrollably, starts to cry-

It hurts, mom. Make it stop hurting.

-a small part of him recognizes he’s out of place, out of mind, but he fists his hands in his mom’s sweater and clings hard-

Make it stop.

-Jesse backs away from the bed in horror at what he’s done. He’s hurt *Danny*. He’s scum. He’s exactly like his demon family. Worthless and selfish and…Mrs. Mahealani’s eyes lock on his.

*You don’t get to leave. Not now. You love him and you will do whatever it takes to get him better. That’s no less than he’s done for you for months, Jesse.*

He’s sick, pain and guilt swirling together until he wants to vomit right alongside Danny.-

I’ll call Amets.

-If he thought she would be their saving grace, though, he was wrong.

*What did you think I meant by Danny being your shield, Jesse? I warned you. Multiple times.*-

I get it. Now tell me how to make it stop!

-*You don’t. It has to pass on its own. Ride it out.*

Jesse sobs, hanging up the phone and crawling into the bed behind Danny.-

I’m so sorry. I’m here. You can do this, baby. You can do this and you will *never* have to do this again.

-he keeps one hand on his mom and one hand laced with Jesse’s, as the pain washes over him again and again. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been and a part of him just wants to die. But finally…finally…it fades away.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, through snot and tears and lingering pain-

I’m okay. It’s alright.

-he flips over to face Jesse and cups his face-

I’m sorry. I’m alright. You’re okay, though, right?

Shut up. Don’t worry about me.

-He realizes he’s crying with relief and smiles, even as the pain returns as strong as ever, because it means Danny isn’t feeling it anymore. Wiping Danny’s cheeks, Jesse kisses him and rests their foreheads together.-

-his mom stands up and gives Jesse a hard look he doesn’t understand.

*I’m going to fix some dinner. You need some food. Both of you*

Then she’s gone. Danny wraps his arms around Jesse and runs his hand up amd down his spine-

It’s okay, baby. It only happens once a day. This time was just bad. Come on -he rolls to a sitting position and pulls Jesse with him, eager to put the whole thing behind them-

You should help me with my homework.

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-Danny blocks Jamie’s shot, pulling a face at Jesse as he takes the ball out. As he throws the ball to Diane he feels a familiar tingle at the back of his neck, signalling the coming of another headache. He starts to call a time out, when a wave of dizziness overcomes him.

-when he wakes up, it’s to blinding light and blinding pain.

Jesse’s face swims into view-

Make it go away -he begs- Make the light go away.

-he buries his face in Jesse’s shirt and tries to stifle his whimper. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been-

Okay. Okay.

-By this point, they’ve attracted attention from other adults helping out and Jesse orders Eugene to take care of things. He’s gotta get Danny home. Carrying Danny back to the car, Jesse mutters nonsense while privately cursing humanity’s ignorance of other species that prevent him from getting Danny home NOW.-

How long, baby? How long has it been this bad?

-It has to be him. Because of him. Because of the pills. It’s too similar to the first time he lost sense of Meg. How could he have missed this? How fucking selfish has he been that he hasn’t even *noticed*?-

-he can’t focus, is only vaguely aware of Jesse’s voice. He feels the fabric of the car against his skin and curls into a ball against it.

He blindly reaches out for Jesse’s skin as the car lurches into movement. He latches onto the last thing Jesse said, something saying he shouldn’t answer, but unable through the pain to remember *why*-

Couple months. Never this bad before.

Why didn’t you say anything?!

-Danny recoils from his shout, curling tighter in his seat.-

Fuck. -He’s quieter, reaching out for Danny with his free hand.- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t take anymore. I’ll …I’ll go back to one a day.

-Just the thought of going back to that pain level makes him break out in a sweat. But one look at Danny, who’s *shaking*, makes Jesse firm his resolve. Or maybe there’s something Amets can do to counteract the effect. Or Deaton. He seems a little shadier. He probably knows more stuff than her.

In the meantime, Jesse gets Danny back in the house and in bed. He puts a wet washcloth to his head, massaging his scalp as Danny curls into his side.-

What can I do? Tell me how can I help you.

I can’t…I can’t…-he lurches to the side of the bed and vomits, burying his face in the pillow at the sound it makes as it splashes to the floor-

I’m okay -he finally protests, reaching out blindly for Jesse’s hand- Amets said it would happen. It’ll pass. It always goes aways.

-another wave hits and he bites his tongue to keep from screaming-

Maybe…maybe my mom?

Okay. I’ll be right back.

-Jesse kisses his forehead, then realizes he doesn’t actually know where Mrs. Mahealani is right now. She *was* at the Center but most likely heard about Danny by now from someone. When he goes to call her on his cell, he finds she’s already called him three times and when he calls her back she’s nearly home.

Jesse doesn’t even attempt to bullshit her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Nothing gets by her. Danny calls for him while he’s still on the phone and Jesse barely gets a trash can to him before Danny’s throwing up again. He’s never felt so hopeless. Not even for himself and Meg. And worse knowing he’s the cause of it.-

Breathe, baby. -Jesse rubs his back, placing the washcloth on his nape.- It’ll pass. I promise it will pass. Your mom’s on her way. I love you and I am so fucking sorry.

-he shakes his head in denial of Jesse’s apology-

No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should be stronger.

-he hears his mom on the stairs and then feels her hand on his forehead. He turns into the coolness of her skin and then, uncontrollably, starts to cry-

It hurts, mom. Make it stop hurting.

-a small part of him recognizes he’s out of place, out of mind, but he fists his hands in his mom’s sweater and clings hard-

Make it stop.

-Jesse backs away from the bed in horror at what he’s done. He’s hurt *Danny*. He’s scum. He’s exactly like his demon family. Worthless and selfish and…Mrs. Mahealani’s eyes lock on his.

*You don’t get to leave. Not now. You love him and you will do whatever it takes to get him better. That’s no less than he’s done for you for months, Jesse.*

He’s sick, pain and guilt swirling together until he wants to vomit right alongside Danny.-

I’ll call Amets.

-If he thought she would be their saving grace, though, he was wrong.

*What did you think I meant by Danny being your shield, Jesse? I warned you. Multiple times.*-

I get it. Now tell me how to make it stop!

-*You don’t. It has to pass on its own. Ride it out.*

Jesse sobs, hanging up the phone and crawling into the bed behind Danny.-

I’m so sorry. I’m here. You can do this, baby. You can do this and you will *never* have to do this again.

-he keeps one hand on his mom and one hand laced with Jesse’s, as the pain washes over him again and again. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been and a part of him just wants to die. But finally…finally…it fades away.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, through snot and tears and lingering pain-

I’m okay. It’s alright.

-he flips over to face Jesse and cups his face-

I’m sorry. I’m alright. You’re okay, though, right?

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-Danny blocks Jamie’s shot, pulling a face at Jesse as he takes the ball out. As he throws the ball to Diane he feels a familiar tingle at the back of his neck, signalling the coming of another headache. He starts to call a time out, when a wave of dizziness overcomes him.

-when he wakes up, it’s to blinding light and blinding pain.

Jesse’s face swims into view-

Make it go away -he begs- Make the light go away.

-he buries his face in Jesse’s shirt and tries to stifle his whimper. It’s so much worse than it’s ever been-

Okay. Okay.

-By this point, they’ve attracted attention from other adults helping out and Jesse orders Eugene to take care of things. He’s gotta get Danny home. Carrying Danny back to the car, Jesse mutters nonsense while privately cursing humanity’s ignorance of other species that prevent him from getting Danny home NOW.-

How long, baby? How long has it been this bad?

-It has to be him. Because of him. Because of the pills. It’s too similar to the first time he lost sense of Meg. How could he have missed this? How fucking selfish has he been that he hasn’t even *noticed*?-

-he can’t focus, is only vaguely aware of Jesse’s voice. He feels the fabric of the car against his skin and curls into a ball against it.

He blindly reaches out for Jesse’s skin as the car lurches into movement. He latches onto the last thing Jesse said, something saying he shouldn’t answer, but unable through the pain to remember *why*-

Couple months. Never this bad before.

Why didn’t you say anything?!

-Danny recoils from his shout, curling tighter in his seat.-

Fuck. -He’s quieter, reaching out for Danny with his free hand.- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t take anymore. I’ll …I’ll go back to one a day.

-Just the thought of going back to that pain level makes him break out in a sweat. But one look at Danny, who’s *shaking*, makes Jesse firm his resolve. Or maybe there’s something Amets can do to counteract the effect. Or Deaton. He seems a little shadier. He probably knows more stuff than her.

In the meantime, Jesse gets Danny back in the house and in bed. He puts a wet washcloth to his head, massaging his scalp as Danny curls into his side.-

What can I do? Tell me how can I help you.

I can’t…I can’t…-he lurches to the side of the bed and vomits, burying his face in the pillow at the sound it makes as it splashes to the floor-

I’m okay -he finally protests, reaching out blindly for Jesse’s hand- Amets said it would happen. It’ll pass. It always goes aways.

-another wave hits and he bites his tongue to keep from screaming-

Maybe…maybe my mom?

Okay. I’ll be right back.

-Jesse kisses his forehead, then realizes he doesn’t actually know where Mrs. Mahealani is right now. She *was* at the Center but most likely heard about Danny by now from someone. When he goes to call her on his cell, he finds she’s already called him three times and when he calls her back she’s nearly home.

Jesse doesn’t even attempt to bullshit her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Nothing gets by her. Danny calls for him while he’s still on the phone and Jesse barely gets a trash can to him before Danny’s throwing up again. He’s never felt so hopeless. Not even for himself and Meg. And worse knowing he’s the cause of it.-

Breathe, baby. -Jesse rubs his back, placing the washcloth on his nape.- It’ll pass. I promise it will pass. Your mom’s on her way. I love you and I am so fucking sorry.

-he shakes his head in denial of Jesse’s apology-

No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should be stronger.

-he hears his mom on the stairs and then feels her hand on his forehead. He turns into the coolness of her skin and then, uncontrollably, starts to cry-

It hurts, mom. Make it stop hurting.

-a small part of him recognizes he’s out of place, out of mind, but he fists his hands in his mom’s sweater and clings hard-

Make it stop.