~Gerard/Party Poison's POV~
"Party Poison." Dr. Death softly calls me over to where he's sitting. We're at the Diner, still. I can feel all the worry in the air. Fun Ghoul may have been with us for only two weeks, but in that time, I had kissed him and he had befriended Jet and Kobra. Kobra told me how much of an awesome person he was and Jet told me how much of a good shot he was. Ghoul avoided me after kissing me. Or, rather, he tried to. There were times when we would be somewhat forced together, for whatever reason. He would usually go pink and stay as quiet and far away as possible.
As much as he tried to act awkward towards me, Kobra and Jet told me just how much he would get distracted when I walked by or I was mentioned in a conversation. They told me that he probably wanted to kiss me just as much, which, okay, I wasn't completely oblivious to, but it was reassuring to heard from other people.
The dead giveaway that he cared was that he took that beam for me. I was still trying to get back my eyesight after the awful head rush that left my vision swimming and dark. He took a fucking beam for me. Those things are lethal as hell. They're light, but at the same time they're some kind of toxin that is poisonous in a large enough dose, in a vital enough organ or if left untreated for less than a day. More often than not, getting shot where Ghoul was-on his right ribcage-you would drop dead in an instant. I guess he's just a stubborn little fuck.
"What is it, Doc?" He looks up from Ghoul's... 'sleeping' form and sends me a reassuring smile. If I had known better, I would say that that meant that he would be okay. But Dr. Death's smiles had many different meanings. I swallow past the lump in my throat, waiting for his next words.
"He... There's a decent chance that he'll be okay, but... Poison, they've upped the toxins." It takes me a moment to understand what he's said. Upped the toxins? Meaning that Ghoul should have died by now? I drop to my knees next to Ghoul's body and instinctively grab one of his hands in both of mine.
"Go on, Doc..." He sighs and rubs his eyes. I look at Ghoul's face. I always thought he was peaceful when he was asleep. He looked... too calm now. Too serene. Almost emotionless. What was usually a relaxed type of look was replaced with a limp, lifeless one. I bring his hand to my forehead and am almost wishing I had my old Rosary with me, when Dr. Death speaks again.
"If-I have to go back to our place for some supplies. Party Poison, I won't be back until tomorrow, and in that time... He may die." The last part is barely a whisper, but I hear it clear as day. I shut my eyes tightly. I wasn't about to lose him. Not now.
"What are the odds, Doc?" He sighs once more and stands up, patting my shoulder.
"It's... He's got a 3/4 chance of living by my guess, but Party Poison." I look up at him. He manages a weak grimace. "You have to get him to wake up soon. I can't treat an unconscious victim because I don't know how to tell if they're in pain or if they feel any better. When I get back tomorrow, try to have him awake, alright?" I nod and look back at Ghoul.
"Oh, and Party Poison?" Dr. Death's standing in the door, looking back at me, halfway out. I cast my gaze towards him once more, just wanting to be left alone with my thoughts.
"Yeah, Doc?"
"The shock of waking up... Let me just say, have your CPR skills on standby." And with that, he's gone and I'm left to my own thoughts on how to wake him up.
"Oh Ghoul... Why did you take that beam for me?"
