November 9th, 2013
The rain had finally stopped after three solid days. Ghost still laid in bed, tired and weak. His illness was fading, and his coughing had died down, but Toast still insisted that he rest. As Ghost laid peacefully in his bed, under the dark gray covers Toast had bought him, Toast worked dutifully on his book, which had seemed to consumed him the past couple of days. Toast typed and typed, his fingers zipping over the keys, as though the movements were hardwired into his brain. At around 4 in the afternoon, Ghost woke up and called Toast over, asking for tea. Gracefully, Toast fixed Ghost a cup of tea and sat over him as he drank it all.
"Thanks." Ghost mumbled tiredly, handing the empty cup to Toast. "It's no problem at all sir." Toast replied calmly, taking the cup gently in his hands. "You're still a bit sick, so I don't mind getting stuff for you."
Ghost smiled tiredly and mumbled incoherently, laying his head back on the pillow as Toast walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Toast walked into the kitchen and ran the cup under the sink, watched as the water flowed into the cup. Toast then placed the cup gently on a black towel before turning and returning to his book.
Ghost woke at 6 that evening. Tired, weak, and lightheaded, Ghost called for Toast, who came running. Ghost asked for some food, and Toast ran to the kitchen and began making Ghost some food, while Ghost laid there, ill and exhausted. Ghost pulled at a strand of his hair, his vision slightly blurred. He closed his eyes and laid his head back down, waiting patiently until Ghost arrived with some food. Helping Ghost up, Toast gave Ghost his food. Ghost wobbily sat up and began to eat, Toast watching dutifully to make sure he wasn't spilling anything. Once done, Toast grabbed the plate and whisked it away, and Ghost laid back down, wishing that he could stop being sick. Sleep soon carried him off, and Toast continued working, smiling as he quietly closed Ghost's bedroom door.
Ghost didn't wake up again that night. He slept peacefully, snoring softly as Toast typed and typed away. It was almost midnight when Toast stopped typing and got in the shower, getting ready for bed. Stepping out of the shower, Toast got dressed and laid in bed, his thoughts swarming around in his head; thoughts of Ghost, worries of his illness. Toast eventually cleared his mind, and laid his head down, falling asleep soon after.
Ok so my party's in an hour so I gotta go just thought I'd upload this really short chapter before I go- also.... something's gonna happen next chapter ;)
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Through Heaven and Hell (Ghost x Toast)
FanficJohnny Ghost and Johnny Toast have been friends since they were kids. They were almost always by each other's sides. But now, things are different. The year is 2013. Ghost finally comes back after a solid 5 year absence. And upon his arrival, Toast...
