Gavin watched the morons fight for a good long while, surprised when the woman actually gained the upper hand. He couldn't do much but stare as she grabbed a brick, slamming it into the side of Jimmy's head. The killer went down with a thud, blood quickly beginning to pour from his temple. Gavin fully expected him to get back up, he always did. But this time was different. He wasn't bouncing back like usual. Something in Jimmy's face changed. A childlike innocence shone through the hate and pain, his face contorting into a strange mix of fear and sick glee. Gavin couldn't help but be horrified when the woman positioned herself on top of the man, shakily raising the brick above her head. Without thinking he jumped forward, tackling her off of Jimmy. Rage flooded his senses, his fire spreading quickly through his veins. He snatched the weapon straight from her hand, bringing it down on her chest. She howled with anguish as he hit her over and over, the sound of breaking bones filling his ears. She soon started to cough up blood, her eyes huge with terror. She weakly begged, choking on her words.

"... p-please..."

Gavin stared down at her, unsure what to do. He glanced back at his friend. He was still sprawled out. His breathing was shallow, shaky. The man's crimson gaze met his. His cheeks were wet with tears. Gavin knew what he had to do. He turned back to the woman, giving her one last blow to the head. She died with a snap, her body going limp. Time seemed to stop at this moment. Gavin sat, motionless. The world around him was damn near silent. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in red. That's when it hit him. He just killed someone. He just took his first life. He stood, backing away from the scene. His stomach tossed and turned. His hands were hot, slimy. He stank of metal and death. Taking one last glance at the woman, Gavin was unable to keep himself from getting sick. He threw his head over the edge of a nearby dumpster, losing his dinner. Tears dripped down his face. He soon heard shuffling from behind him. It was Jimmy.

"G-Gav?" he sputtered, slowly sitting up. Gavin wiped his face, eventually facing the American. He looked broken, like a doll that had been lazily glued back together. He tried to rise to his feet but failed, crumbling to the ground again.

"Holy hell Casket you look-... let's just get out of here. You need a doctor."

"I'm fine."

The killer was slurring his words.

"No you aren't."

"Yes I-"

"You nearly died, Jimmy! Christ, I-I just killed someone for you! The least you could do is let me take you to the goddamn doctor!" Gavin yelled. Jimmy winced at his words.

"Fine! Just stop yelling, you're hurting my head!"

Gavin just huffed, wiping scarlet liquid from his hands before kneeling down. He carefully positioned Jimmy over his shoulder, making sure he was secure before standing. He tread lightly, carrying his friend almost as gingerly as he would a baby. Thankfully he was pretty light, only 100 pounds at the very most. They eventually made it to his truck. He set Jimmy down in the passenger seat, closing the door before taking a deep nervous breath. He knew he needed to take the American to the hospital, but at the same time he was a murderer. Well, they were both murderers now. They couldn't really go to the normal E.R, not if they wanted to still be free men by sunrise. Gavin had no idea what he was meant to do in this situation. Knowing he was asleep, he decided to call his brother. This was quite the emergency, after all. The phone rang for a while. He almost thought he wasn't going to respond, but right as he was about to give up Johnny answered.

"Gavin? Come on, it's midnight." the Brit huffed. Gavin could hardly speak.

"Jimmy is seriously hurt. I don't know what to do."

He heard Ghost's tired voice in the background as Johnny seemingly sat up, his voice growing panicked instantly.

"What?! What do you mean? What happened?"

"He lost a fight. He nearly died."

"Nearly?" Johnny questioned.

Gavin's heart skipped a beat. He felt like he was gonna be sick again.

"I-... I did something really bad, Johnny."

"What did you do? I'm sure it's not th-"

"I killed someone, ok?! I killed an innocent woman. I'm a murderer. Just- I'm scared, Johnny! Please help us! Please!" Gavin begged. His voice was starting to thicken with emotion. His brother went quiet for a moment, talking to Ghost. After what felt like forever, Johnny finally responded.

"Bring him here if you can. We'll do what we can to help."

"A-Alright. Thanks."

"Of course."

Gavin hung up. He jumped into the driver seat, Jimmy leaning towards him. He couldn't bring himself to look at the killer, instead focusing on the road. The man was whining at him, clearly trying to get his attention.

"... what do you want, Jimmy?" Gavin asked.

"I want candy."

He scoffed in disbelief, rolling his eyes.

"Sweets aren't gonna fix your brain damage."

"... huh?"

"Exactly. Just try to relax, ok? We're gonna get you to help soon."

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. Jimmy was fading in and out of consciousness, babbling aimlessly as he did. Gavin did his best to ignore him. He whizzed down the road, his trucks engine roaring. For the first time in his life, he just couldn't wait to see his brother.