A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 34

Through the fog, a streetlight shined, giving the mist a golden glow and a dark, stick thin shape.
Two, in fact...

"Ghost!" Spooker cried as he ran to one, only to get smacked in the fast by a cold and hard pole to the face, "owie......"
Rubbing his face, he looked at the grey shape; which practically blended into the abyss surrounding them.
His light brown eyes seemed glossy and distant, like someone waking up after an eternity of slumber.
Not dwelling on it, Fred pulled him close, tearing up with joy, blabbering and sputtering as he choked words through his sobs.

"..... w- wha....?" Ghost whispered faintly, sounding drowsy and hoarse- voice even cracking to a high-pitch that sent a chill through the ginger's core.

"You ran off and we were worried," Colon explained, "let's go back to HQ."

Ghost nodded and followed them through the dense, dreary haar.

After what felt like hours, they went inside, feeling the chill of the cold autumn night evaporate, the warmth a tidal wave of alleviation.
In the warmth and light, they could focus on Ghost.

The senior ghost hunter seemed less addled, answering questions. Though, the answers weren't exactly satisfactory, merely 'I don't know' and 'I can't remember', but him talking was much better than when they first found him.

The questions were mainly centred on the injuries on his body; particularly the heavy bruise and large bump on his forehead.
As much as Ghosg didn't want them to, they helped him tend the injuries and wipe off some of the blood but try as they might, they couldn't convince him to take off the bandages that were already tightly wrapped all along his arms.
Though, him having his hoodie off was definitely progress and allowed them to get a better look.

Strangely enough, like a poor-sighted person without their glasses, he looked completely different without the grey garb. Contrary to how the hoodie made him look, he was stick-thin, on the border of a healthy weight and underweight, and his ivory skin had creases and curves, outlining his skeletal structure. His hair was long for a guy and pretty messy, though was somewhat managed as to keep it from covering his eye.

Once done with patching him up, they let him go, watching as Ghost went straight to Toast, eyes locked on him with an unintelligible emotion.

Harshly shaking the drunk, all he got were murmurs and mumbles about being tired and five more minutes.
However, like a persistent mother, Ghost yanked him off the couch, making Toast yelp as he hit the floor. Ghost didn't seem to care, quickly pulling him to his feet and dragging him upstairs; the situation looking almost comical if there wasn't such a heavy air of anger, rivaling the weight of the fog.

All that could be heard was unintelligible arguing and yelling before a loud slam and sobbing.

"Let's not bother them until tomorrow...." Colon whispered before leading him out.

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Sorry for ths bad writing. A mix of being rusty and trying to push my vocabulary ;^;