Four Spirits, One Soul

Back to.. Why?

TW: alcohol, stitches, drugs, Soap's a simp for a bit, nsfw innuendo+mention, cigarettes, knives, snakes, poor Ghost's trauma is showing itself

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POV: Poltergeist

When I next woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by IVs, monitors, and the obnoxious beeping. Blearily looking around I saw König asleep on a chair next to me. Soap and Ghost were nowhere to be found, and from the rain I could see through the window, I could make a solid bet we weren't in the Russian wilderness still. Starting to sit up, a wave of nausea and dizziness made a small groan slip from me. Glancing worriedly at where König rested, I saw he hadn't moved and was still asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat up further, ignoring the faded shocks of pain that ran up my stomach. Looking around, I was relieved to see a calendar hung up by my monitors. Cold shock ran down my spine as I saw the date: December 10th. We'd been gone on the mission for 2 weeks. 

I shuddered at that thought. We were only on day 4 when Tolu had captured us, meaning 10 days had passed. How much of that had I spent passed out? How much was me being unable to help? The thought made my head spin. Spotting a bottle of water next to König, I shifted my legs to dangle over the edge of the bed to get up when I heard the door open and a miffed, "Sit the fuck down!" was half-shouted. Turning around to face the door as König jolted awake, I saw Ghost hurrying to me as Soap followed, carrying enough snacks it was hard to see his face. Raising my hands in defensive reaction, I simply pointed to the water bottle by König and signed "thirsty.". Ghost sighed, gesturing for König to hand the bottle to him as Soap dumped the treasure of the snacks on the nightstand table. 

Pushing Ghost's 'lay down' push on my chest away, I yanked the bottle out of his hand and started chugging. A chuckle from Soap and König's hand coming to rest on my shoulder reminded me to slow down, especially as the chemical burns aggressively reminded me of their presence. Coughing harshly, I shook as I took a deep breath to steady myself. Ghost had slipped back behind his cold and calculating wall, König anxiously watching me as Soap sorted through the snacks. I handed the water bottle over to König as I shifted closer to the edge to stand up. Ghost made a grunt of "don't you dare", but I shifted to stand before he could stop me. 

Immediately the room started spinning, and I grabbed ahold of whatever was closest to keep myself steady. Which happened to be Ghost's wrist and König's arm. A chuckle was Soap's reaction, along with a teasing, "Maybe you should've stayed sitting." I shot a glare at him, before hearing the door open again. "Oh, well at least you're already standing." Brushing off Ghost and König at the unfamiliar voice, I turned to see a doctor holding a clipboard, flanked by two nurses. "We're here to take your vitals Poltergeist, to determine if you're cleared to leave the hospital." I nodded, turning to face them all as they approached. Scribbling down on their clipboards, I let them look me over. 

"If you don't discharge me doc, I'll discharge myself." I grumbled as he took my pulse. He chuckled, glancing up at me with amusement. From where Soap was sitting on the visiting couch, I heard a "The fuck you will." I smiled, getting a glare from Ghost when it tugged my stitches, which I could feel needed removing. After a while of the doctor and nurses scurrying about me and noting stuff down, the doctor nodded. "Your vitals are steady, and you're healing well enough to be discharged. However, you're not cleared for the field yet. Now, we need to remove your stitches, may we?" A sense of thankfulness spread full me at him asking permission, because most doctors didn't ask. I still shook my head no. "I'd rather deal with them myself doc." A nod of understanding, and he unhooked me from the IV and monitors, before waving as he and the nurses left the room. 

Looking back over at my boys, I saw Soap had sorted the snacks neatly into what seemed like Salty, Sweet, and Other piles. Ghost was leaning against the wall under the Tv, and König was tapping his fingers to his thumbs in nervousness. What he was nervous for, I had not the slightest clue. Waving Ghost closer, I handed a set of scissors to Ghost and König, saying, "Please take out my stitches, they itch and I doubt you're gonna let me do it myself." Soap nodded, sitting down with a bag of sour skittles as he watched. Ghost and König nodded, setting to work gently as they could snipping off the stitches and pulling out the threads. Soap eventually stood up and walked over, looking over my face as the stitches were removed. Once they were done, I gently touched my hand to my cheeks, the familiar stiffness of forming scars under my fingers.