"Come on Johnny, it's so early! Just tell me what happened!" Ghost begged, following his friend around the apartment. The Brit glanced at him nervously, silent as he grabbed a bundle of towels out of the cabinet. Ghost felt like he was gonna be sick. Johnny was never this quiet, at least not when anything good was going on. After what felt like decades his friend spoke up.

"Jimmy got hurt. He needs our help."

Ghost felt his heart skip a beat, a cold sweat immediately falling over him.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, Gavin just called and said they were in trouble. They should be here any minute. Here, let's make some room."

The two stood on either side of their coffee table, quickly moving it to the other side of the room. Johnny laid out the towels while Ghost gathered as many medical supplies as he could find. Thankfully they still had a lot left over from their various excursions. He set all the little boxes and tubes on the nearby end table, dusting his hands off. While he was busy Johnny had filled a couple bowls with water, setting them close by.

"Do we need anything else?" Ghost questioned. Johnny shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I-... no, I don't think so. I suppose all we can do is wait."

His voice wobbled as he spoke. For the first time in a while, Ghost didn't feel like he was in the position to comfort him. He felt afraid, like he had lost all control. That was the one and only thing he missed about having Jimmy in his head; he could keep him safe. Contained... for the most part. His mind began to race, self doubt clouding his judgment. Johnny must've noticed the look on his face because he suddenly grew quite calm, carefully putting his arm around him.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as Gavin says. He's probably just overreacting." Johnny told him. Ghost could tell he didn't believe a word he just said, but he appreciated the thought nonetheless.

"Thanks Johnny... but it's Gavin. He doesn't exaggerate, at least not like this."

"... you're right."

Just then the doorbell rang. Ghost felt like he was on the verge of passing out. He stood, walking to the door. He didn't bother looking before buzzing, knowing who it was. The true seriousness of the situation became apparent when the Brit came into view. His cheeks were shiny with barely dried tears, red splattered across his front. In his arms was a limp body. It was bloodied, broken. It took Ghost a second to realize who it was. Gavin stared at him almost apologetically as he lumbered up the stairs. Ghost couldn't bring himself to say a word, instead holding the door. Johnny gasped when he saw, his hands flying over his mouth.

"Oh my god, Gavin what happened?" the Brit choked.

"I already told you."

"Well tell us again! Christ, I thought you were lying."

"Why would I lie?"

Gavin's voice was shockingly soft and sincere. He carefully set the killer on the towels they had laid out. Jimmy let out a pained whimper, tensing when he first touched the floor.

"... please just tell us what happened again. We need to know where his injuries are." Ghost whispered. Gavin nodded, taking a deep breath.

"I mean there really isn't much to it. We were out doing our usual shit and he got overpowered. From what I saw he took a brick to the head. That bitch would've killed him if I hadn't intervened." he huffed. Johnny frowned.

"Is-... is the woman who did this the one you killed?"

Ghosts gaze quickly flew back to Gavin, shocked. Gavin was a million things. A con artist, a thief. But never a murderer. In fact, he recalled Jimmy complaining about how "boring" he was.

"Yeah, she is. ...was, I guess?" Gavin muttered. His voice was starting to waver, as if recounting what happened was physically painful for him. They didn't ask any more questions, instead turning to Jimmy. They kneeled on either side of him, doing their best to assess the situation. The man was covered in blood, but a lot of it seemed to be coming from his head and hand. Ghost grabbed a rag, carefully beginning to wipe some of the liquid off so they could get a better look at the damage. He started with his hand. Jimmy winced at his touch.

"Sorry Jimmy. How do you feel?" Ghost asked. He tried to keep his voice as level as possible. His brother reacted slowly, as if he were stuck a few seconds behind. Jimmy slowly and painstakingly turned his head to look at him, a tiny smile on his lips.

"Hi mama."

Ghost had to stop himself from correcting him. He knew the killer wasn't exactly right at the moment.

"Can you tell me where you hurt the most?"

"I want strawberry pancakes." Jimmy whined. Ghost glanced up at the Brits. They both looked disturbed. After a moment Gavin cleared his throat, crouching down next to him.

"He-... he got hit right there."

The man pointed to Jimmy's blood soaked temple. Ghost nodded, carefully brushing his brother's abnormally heavy hair out of the way. Everything was just so messy, he couldn't see a thing. He had Johnny pass him a fresh damp rag. He stared down at the man, not even sure where to start. All he knew for certain was that it was gonna hurt. Bad. Ghost took one final breath, bracing himself for the worst.