Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 55: Shadow Boxer

Guest Starrs:

Mark Pellegrino as Mark Johnson
Evan Peters as Augustus
Jennifer Love Hewitt as Melinda
Eleanor Calder as herself
Tom Holland as James
Zayn Malik as himself

Guess who's Marilyn's step-brother???^_^
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Harry and I stood across my bed side where I laid unconscious. I've made it. He told me that I would get out of here alive and I doubted him. But here we were standing along side the bed and I was here looking at myself.

"I look so ugly" I said thinking out loud.

"Well, you've just been through hell. It's not your fault you're all beaten up" Harry says.

"Yeah, but it was my decision to find Isaac and Alfie that night. No else's"

"If it wasn't for you, Isaac would have ended up dead. That we're sure of" he explains nudging my shoulder. I face to see him smiling at me. "You're a hero."

I gave up a smile thanking him for that but deep down I just did what anyone else what have done. My place that night fell in the hands of danger but also protection. Eleanor and I were able to get everyone to a safe place in the remaining time before the cops arrived. I was actually thankful I didn't go alone roaming those hallways.

I think once I get out of this, I was going to give Eleanor a humongous embrace.

The click of a door had closed and my gaze fell upon none other than, Marcel. He leaned his back on the door after shutting it. His eyes wandered all over my face, trying to figure out something I can't quite make of. Marcel gave off a feeling of distress and it was written all over his face and I could tell he held it for a long time now. He walked in here with his hair a ruffled mess and shoulders slumped down. With the way he looks I felt very guilty that he's like this because of me. Because I wasn't careful enough.

Marcel hugged his arms together releasing a shiver gasp - indicating me that he was cold. It's always like that when I know a spirit is in the room and Marcel was just having the same effects.

"He looks so different" Harry whispers to me watching his twin brother's every motives.

"He stopped gelling his hair" I mention.

"It's about time. His hair was like greaseland, I could have swore I was roomies with Elvis Presley" he and I chuckled playfully giving him glare.

"But that wasn't what I meant" he stops joking and a serious look had taken over, "I know my twin brother very well so I'd know when he's happy." I take back a glance of Marcel and Harry had just confused me.

"Does that look like a happy face to you?" I asked only because it sure as hell didn't seem like he had a single light in him.

Marcel begin to inspect the AC to find some sort of clue why it was so cold in here. I frown knowing I couldn't say anything to him and tell him I was in the room with his brother.

"Not his face. His eyes" Harry spoke never breaking contact with Marcel," he doesn't wear his glasses much does he?" He asked.