Battlefields & Heartstrings

CHAPTER SEVEN: All that is good, ends well.

omg sup guys
i am in france 🙌🙌 (finally)
the road was so long though, it took us 18 hours 😭😭 (by car from portugal sooo...yeah)
ANYWAYS!! here's chapter seven (bc i love it so much)

hope you love it as much as i do,
- xoxo, OOHimbouttomakeanameformyselfhere

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"Peter, so how's med school?" I look over to Peter as we fold the table cloth away.
"Good...I'd say." He softly replies.
"Ya know, you cannae lie to your sisters." I chuckle as I see straight through his ploy.
"Fine fine, ya got me. It's hard." He admits.
"Who said it was easy, ya dimwit?" I try to laugh with him as I fold the table cloth one last time and head over to Leese to give it to her.
"I know I know, but...I don't know...sometimes I think 'blood's christ, what am I doing ere' ya know? It just feels, like I'm doing nothing, yeah?" Peter fully admits, confiding in me.
"Getting into the real shit is never easy. I didn't take it well the first time I had a stranger's blood on my hands." I reassure him.
"Once you've found a way to cope or a way of understanding the problem, it gets easier. It becomes a routine." I smile at Peter.
"Thanks Katie..." He smiles as I hand over the table cloth to Leese and stands right in front of me.
"Thank you Kath, really." Peter cracks a small smile.
"That's what I'm ere for!" I chuckle as I grab his shoulder and shake him.
"Donnae worry, it'll get better. Always does." I reassure him one last time.

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"Ghost, how'd ya like my family then? I hope Lessie was nae too much of a chatterbox." John laughs.
"No, she was kind." He answers sternly.
"Thank you for inviting me." Told you he was still polite. Cold, but polite.
"Och, no worries! Better to spend your break here than alone." John puts on a proud smile.
It was clear Ghost wanted to answer, say something like a touch of humour but he didn't push himself.
Some people just don't want to peddle with their limits.

"There's a spare room next to my old room in the house, ya can sleep there if ya want." John smiles, placing his hand on Ghost's shoulder as a sign of reassurance.
"Your old room?"
"From baby to nineteen, it was my room."
"And no, I'm not letting you see it." John laughs.
"Didn't count on it." Ghost answers. If the mask hadn't been there, I'm pretty sure Johnny would have seen him smile for the first time.

A silence passes by as the two stand in the corridor, waiting for one to speak first.

(johnny)
"Johnny. I...I would just like to say...thank you." Ghost quietly speaks as if it's the first time he's thanking someone. He's...got that sudden warmth...like the fact that he's not cold anymore actually has an effect on the atmosphere around us.
Johnny smiles like a child; eyes squinted and teeth out. "Aye, you're welcome. Was the best I could do."
Ghost stops himself, as if wanting to correct John on something but stopping himself completely.
"If ya got something to say, by all means, spit it out now." Johnny lets out a soft chuckle.

"Not just...not just thank you for...for the...holidays but...thank you for everything, Johnny." Ghost quietly speaks again, trying to muffle his words behind his mask but the words speak clear to John.

"You're...yeah you're good to go." Johnny gives a small smile, not like the big ones where we see his teeth that he usually gives, just a small one. He quickly passes by Ghost to hide his cheeks reddening as he places his hand on his shoulder.

"Sleep well, ghostie." He lets out before heading into his old room.

As the door closes, Ghost is left standing there in the long and quiet corridor and sighs.
"Yeah...you too." Shit.