Ghost had taken a good amount of time, and even Colon began to worry.
Sure, he was mad at Ghost for being so harsh and rude, but that didn't mean he wanted Ghost to be hurt.
The entire time, Spooker had been anxiously fidgeting, refusing to keep still.
"We have to go! Now!" Spooker cried to Colon, gesturing down the hall Ghost limped down.
"J- just.... give it a- a minute," Colon responded, but not sure himself if it was the right option.
"No! Now!" Spooker argued, before dragging Colon off.
"... You're right... come on," Colon sighed, sprinting off with Spooker.
Both of them arrived at the room that Ghost was probably in.
The bloodied handprint was a good indicator.
Upon opening the door, Colon winced and Spooker nearly wretched.
They found their boss curled up in the padded cell, laying in a pool of spit, puke, and blood.
Various liquids stained his face.
Sweat, tears, saliva, vomit, blood...
Immediately, Spooker got out his phone, dialling 911 as Colon felt for Ghost's pulse and checked him over.
Ghost's forehead was burning up, and his eyes were slightly open, but glossy and unfocused.
Thankfully, he was breathing and his heart was beating, but neither at a healthy pace.
Spooker swiftly filled the dispatcher in on the situation and gave a sigh of relief when he was told an ambulance was on it's way.
Colon looked around Ghost, spotting two interesting items on the ground.
Picking both of them up, he saw what they were.
The first was an empty pill bottle, and the other was a knife.
He checked the knife first.
It was a combat knife, and it certainly looked used; the silver having reddish tints.
Only the handle, crudely written in sharpie, was the name 'Jimmy'.
That begged the question;
Who was Jimmy?
Turning his attention to the pills tub, he read the name.
'Fluphenazine Hydrochloride Tablets, USP.
10mg.'
Colon had never heard of these.
Confused, he flipped the box over.
It gave information about storing and warnings regarding children.
He looked at the sticker on the back.
Besides all the other information, he focused on the specific details.
'Johnny Ghost.
Apartment #22, Pings Avenue, Little Butts, NC.'
Colon stuffed the two objects into his bag, deciding to look into it later.
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A Third Of A Pie
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
