You Never Know 2 (Ghost X Toast) (VenturianTale)

Sir.. I..

"Gertrude!"

"What is it?"

"There's one of dem British men in my house again."

"What?" She called, walking down the stairs.

"A British man.. is in my kitchen.. holding my chicken nuggets."

The man groaned, painfully rolling onto his back and running a hand through his hair.

"How am I..?" He said, his voice cracking. He opened his light blue eyes and looked up at the bald man, who seemed just about ready to shoot him.

"Oh goodness, Toast." Gertrude helped him sit up. "How did you get here? Why are your clothes burnt? Why are you bleeding? You look so beaten. Why are you so injured? What happened?" She fussed over him as if he was her child.

"Gavin." He coughed, looking to her, pain darting though his neck. "Fire. Dimension. Pain."

"Give me mah chicken!" Papa held out his hand.

"Wha-" Toast looked up at him. He then noticed that the microwave door was open. "Mr. Acachalla, what happened? Why am I here?"

Is it possible that I just cheated death? He thought.

"Well, I reached into my microwave to get myself some chicken out and all of a sudden, you came flying out and hit your head on the wall there."

"I'm alive." He looked around, pain darting though him. He cried out this time, clutching his side.

"I.. need to see Sir." He said, trying to stand. He stumbled forward and fell onto his front, groaning in pain.

"Gertrude, he still has mah chicken." Papa said.

"Oh for goodness sake," she handed him his food. "Toast, don't move. I'll get Billy to check you out."

But Toast didn't hear it. He didn't respond and when Gertrude walked over to see if he was okay, she noticed that he was breathing heavily and was, as she considered, knocked out again.

"Bless him." She smiled. "He's been though a lot by the looks of it."

"Has he? Y'all can tell that? Well, Imma be in the other room watching mah Tele so-"

"No, Papa, you're going to help me get him into the other room and lay him on the couch. Then I'll go get Billy to look him over."

"Fine." He grumbled, leaning down to pick up the young man.

"Thank you." She kissed her husband's cheek, before helping him.

When he woke again, he felt surprisingly better. His muscles still ached, his burns stung badly, but it was okay, he was alive. But then he remembered.

Ghost.

"Sir!" He said in a strained voice. "I have to see.. Sir."

"No no, stay there." Billy pushed him back onto the couch. "I'm nit done with your burnt arm."

"But Sir.. he needs to see me."

"He can wait. Your burns are bad and they need to be taken care of."

"Fine." He could faintly hear the tele playing in the room.

"Escaped criminal, Gavin Toast was spotted in the town earlier. Police say he is now arrested and back in jail. However, his brother, Johnathan Toast has been reported missing by his boyfriend, Johnny Ghost. Detectives are looking into it."

"You never told me you and Ghost were dating." Gertrude smiled at him.

Toast jumped at her voice before looking over at her. "Would you support us if we were?"

"Of course I would." She smiled warmingly. "But they said you were missing."

"Ring the police and tell them I'm safe. If they ask for information, just say that I got lost in a forrest or something. If that's okay."

She nodded, walking off and phoning them.

"So, they arrested Gavin again." Toast rolled his eyes. "I knew he wouldn't last long.... jackass."

"There!" Billy smiled, helping him sit up.

"Thank you." He painfully smiled.
"I'll.. uh, leave you alone for a moment." Papa said, feeling a bit awkward.

Once he was left alone in the room, he stood, stumbling and limping over to the mirror opposite him. Leaning onto the cabinet under it, he stared at his reflection.

The man looking back at him had   a few cuts on his face. Along with a bruised cheek. His black hair, normally neat and gelled back, was burnt with a few crisp parts. And, not to mention, a mess.
His eyes wandered down to his body. Bandages covered his arms and right leg. Although he was still wearing his cut and dirty trousers, he was shirtless. A few bandages covered his chest and, looking closer, he could see a few fresh blood stains on them. He looked pale too, paler than usual. Staring at his own reflection brang tears to his eyes.
His shirt and waistcoat were laying on top of the cabinet. He held his shirt, noticing how it was blood stained, burnt and ruined.

"This was my favourite shirt."

"Toast, you have visitors." Gertrude smiled. He saw her reflection in the mirror.

"Please, Mrs. Acachalla. I'm in no way presentable to visitors yet." He sniffed, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm a mess and I'm not ready to see anyone-"

"Johnny?"

....

"Sir?"

Hello.

I had my haircut. And well, I like it. It's my new profile picture. Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

I have college tomorrow, so I probably won't be able to update until Tuesday/Wednesday.

I will see you all next chapter my bird people.

-Guargent