"... G- Ghost....?" Spooker squeaked, tense.
Johnny stared at the blood coating his hands, eyes looking distant and glazed.
"Johnny?" Colon asked, curious.
Ghost seemed to snap back to reality, looking at the two.
"H- huh?" Ghost replied, looking confused.
"You ok?" Colon continued, seeing that Ghost still didn't seem... all there.
"Uhhh... y- yeah..." Ghost answered, Spooker and Colon noticing Ghost's sudden stuttering and insecurity, "uhhh... h- h- how about y- you... you t- two go wait at t- the car. I'm... I'm g- gonna try and p- patch this up..."
Not even waiting for a response, Ghost staggered off, wrapping his arms around the bleeding wound.
Spooker tried to rush after him, until Colon stopped him.
"Let go! We have to help him!" Spooker argued, fear and desperation coating his tone.
"It's safer that we keep back. Neither of us have medical training, and we could distract him," Colon stated, biting his lip.
"We need to call a hospital!"
"If he's not out in 5 minutes, we'll call one."
Once Ghost had entered a different room, Colon leaned closer.
"We should stay away from Ghost. He's ten times more aggressive than normal. Something is seriously wrong."
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Ghost closed the door behind him, panting and groaning.
He collapsed onto the plush floor.
Why was it so plush?
Opening his eyes, he saw the floor was white and looked like.... a mattress?
Looking around, he saw the room was padded.
Whimpering, he frantically looked around.
He was trapped!
Desperately, he tried to stand, but the blood loss had made him dizzy.
'Isn't blood such a pretty shade?'
Ghost froze up.
It couldn't.... no....
"... J- Jo... nny...?"
He needed Johnny.
He needed help!
He needed out!!
'Hahahaha....'
'...Go away...'
He didn't reply, rambling on and on.
On about his secret...
Ghost struggled, his attempts to escape sending him into a wall.
His staggering made him look insane.
He wasn't insane!
Ghost's eyes clenched shut.
He didn't deserve to be in there.
He wasn't crazy!
He wasn't!
He only got louder.
His head hurt so bad.
He couldn't think.
He couldn't breathe.
Shaking his head, he tried to get back into reality.
Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed a small pot, leaning limply against a wall.
Opening it, he grabbed two of the small pills, hastily swallowing them.
He sat there, panting, waiting impatiently for it to work.
He could still hear him.
Knowing it was a bad idea, he took another few pills.
He just needed it to stop.
He could still hear him.
Clamping his eyes shut, he took another handful.
Please just make it all stop.
He could still hear him.
Letting out a hesitant whimper, he threw back the entire bottle.
JUST MAKE IT STOP!
Finally, things were silent.
Too silent.
No... his ears were ringing.
His head was ringing.
His head was pounding.
His heart was pounding.
Why was his heart pounding?
After that thought, his body twitched violently, forcing vile up his throat and out his mouth.
Everything swam.
He collapsed, mouth dripping with saliva, vomit, and blood.
He couldn't think.
.... he couldn't think....
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A Third Of A Pie
Fanfic"You can't have half of a P.I.E. You've gotta have a whole P.I.E." -Johnny Ghost. Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire. He'd dealt with all sorts of paranormal entities. He'd succeed 9/10. After all, he was Johnny Ghost! He could ha...
