I Could Die in Your Arms [Johnny Ghost X Johnny Toast(VT fanfic)]

Chapter 8

It was early in the morning when Ghost finally decided to give up on sleep. When he had actually managed to fall asleep, despite his thoughts, only nightmares had come to torment him further. So once he had awoken from his fourth nightmare that night, Ghost had had enough.

He crawled out of his bed, glancing at the clock which told him it was only just past one-thirty. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes as he walked into the living room tiredly.

He sat down on the couch, flipping on the tv at a low volume, and tried to ignore his thoughts for the rest of the night.

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It was almost eight when Toast finally entered the living room, looking a lot better than he had last night. Ghost, too tired and into whatever show had come on on the tv, hadn't noticed his arrival.

"Sir..?" Toast blinked at him, clutching his head in his hands. Ghost snapped to attention, whirling around to face Toast.

"Johnny! You're up.." He gave a tiny awkward smile, standing up and walking over to him. "How are you feeling this morning..?"

"I'm alright I suppose.. I've got an extremely painful headache, though." He sighed, wincing when Ghost talked too loud.

"I see.. I'm sorry. Come sit down, I'll make some breakfast for you, alright?" Ghost offered, and Toast, feeling too bad and too tired to disagree with him, nodded and took Ghost's place on the couch.

Ghost let out a slightly relieved sounding sigh once he reached the kitchen, getting to work on making Toast something to eat. He didn't worry about eating himself, he didn't think he could eat even if he wanted to this morning, too plagued by his thoughts of last nights events.

Once he'd finished, he brought the food out on a plate for Toast, handing it to him along with two pills. "That should help with your headache." Was Ghost's reply when Toast shot him a confused glance.

Toast nodded, and took the pills as he began to eat. He hadn't eaten much when he looked up and saw Ghost awkwardly glancing around the room, no food for himself anywhere.

"Aren't you going to eat as well?" He questioned, an eyebrow raised as Ghost bit his lip, slowly replying.

"I'm not hungry.. Besides, I only made enough for you, anyways." Ghost shrugged, giving a tiny embarrassed smile to Toast, who drowned back at him.

"Well, you've got to eat something." Toast replied, picking up his fork and holding it out to Ghost. "Eating is kind of important, you know?" He chuckled, and Ghost chewed his lip more at that.

"Ah, w-with the same fork? Isn't that.. Kind of unsanitary?" He questioned, and Toast shrugged at him.

"Are you sick?" He asked, and Ghost frowned. He shook his head no slowly, confused. "Well, I'm not sick either so I see no problem. Now take the fork before I feed it to you myself."

Ghost blushed, shaking hand reaching to take the fork from him, bringing it to his own mouth and reluctantly taking a bite, careful not to touch the fork with his mouth.

"Th-there.. I ate something. Are you happy now?" He raised an eyebrow at Toast, who shrugged.

"A little bit. But I won't be completely happy until you actually eat some more." He said, and Ghost awkwardly stared at the food, biting his lip. He knew he should eat some, and half of him was glad Toast cared enough to make sure that he did. Though the other half was too worried by what had happened last night to even look at Toast, let alone share a fork with him.

Sighing, Ghost knew he had no other choice, eating a little bit more.

"There. I ate.. Now the rest is yours, I did specifically make it for you." He frowned, and Toast smiled at him.