Ghost

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FANCY HOTEL IDK THE NAME OF, AUSTRIA

Tyler, Yaz, Nik, Ghost, and the family all made their was into the particularly nice hotel. Ghost still had a dislocated shoulder, Tyler had whiplash, maybe even a concussion, and Nik and Nina both had penetrating wounds. Ketevan was carrying Nina, and Sandro was clinging onto Ghosts uninjured arm. 

Somehow, they were allowed into the hotel looking like rug rats, probably because Nik paid them generously for a presidential suite. When they made it to their room, Yaz focused on Niks wound, cleaning it and wrapping it. Tyler covered Sandros eyes and watched in slight horror as Ghost made her way to the closest wall and slammed her shoulder against it. She groaned, sliding down slightly. She looked over at Tyler who nodded towards Nina, silently asking her to help the kid. 

Ghost stood up straight, shaking out her arm a bit. She took Nina from her mothers arms, bringing her to one of the bathrooms and sat her on the counter by the sink. She gently pulled the girls sweater over her head, leaving her in a t-shirt, and ran a cloth under room temperature water, dabbing it against the wound. Nina winced slightly, and Ghost held her hand reassuringly. 

After cleaning her wound and bandaging it, she carried the girl back out to her mom, and threw the bloody sweater in the wash. Nik asked about who wanted to shower first, and they decided that the family would go first in one of the bathrooms, and in the other Nik, then Yaz, then Tyler, and then Ghost would go. 

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After almost everyone had showered and changed into clean clothes, Tyler went into the room where Nina was resting. 

"You're a brave girl." He spoke in Georgian. Ketevan smiled at her daughter, brushing the hair out of her face. 

"Thank you, Tyler." She spoke, her accent thick. "I know you don't have the greatest relationship with my sister, but-" 

"Don't worry about it," Tyler gave a small smile. "I'm just doing my job." Ketevan smiled in appreciation.

They heard the water turn off, signaling that Ghost was now out of the shower. Sandro walked in the room, glaring at Tyler because he killed his dad. He walked over to his sister, smiling at her and holding her hand. 

"Mother, why were uncles men shooting at us?" He asked in Georgian. Ketevan Glanced uneasily at Tyler, silently asking for help. 

Tyler was going to answer, but then he smelt food. 

"Why don't you go eat something, we'll talk about it later." He said, turning to leave the room. Ghost was in a sweatshirt and sweats, her now clean shemagh covering her head still. She was at the stove, cooking a couple steaks, a large bowl of salad behind her. She moved away from the stove, opening the fridge and grabbing green onions, butter, and sour cream.

Tyler and Nik had walked into the kitchen at the same time, confused about where Ghost got the food from. When Nik asked this question, Ghost just pointed at Yaz, who was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating a bag of chips.

"Oh hey guys!" He said, mouth full of fried potatoes. "I got groceries!" Nik said something about her brother being stupid, going to sit next to him on the couch. Tyler sat at the table with Ketevan, Nina, and Sandro. Ghost pulled baked potatoes out of the oven, and began lathering them with the stuff she grabbed earlier. She whistled at Nik and Yaz, gesturing for them to come sit and eat. Yaz happily ran over like a child, sitting at the table with Nik. Tyler got up to help Ghost put the food on the table, grabbing the plates and silverware. 

Sandro was amazed by the amount of food. Sure, he'd been eating fine thanks to Ghost, but most of what he at was Kraft Mac'N'Cheese. He and his sister both dug in, inhaling the food. Ketevan warned them to slow down, but it wasn't working. The rest of them enjoyed their food, secretly hoping to get a glimpse of Ghosts face, but she ate the food from under the head covering. She squinted at Yaz, who had stopped eating and was watching her intently, trying to see her face. He sighed in defeat, going back to his food.