Johnny could barely breathe as he watched Ghost slowly lower the towel to meet Jimmy's head. His partner looked up at him, his face filled with uncertainty. He tried his best to be supportive, giving him a little nod.

"Just go slow."

Ghost's gaze returned to the killer in front of him. The man took a deep breath, lowering the rag the rest of the way. He carefully began to wipe away the blood, most of which had already begun to solidify. The closer to the actual wound Ghost got, the more Jimmy reacted. As the clumps fell away, the real damage made itself known. This wasn't just any old scrape, there was actual tissue exposed. Johnny looked away, recollecting himself. He briefly made eye contact with Gavin. He had never seen his brother look so guilty in his life. All three of them jumped when Ghost accidentally rubbed the wound too hard, getting a visceral reaction out of Jimmy. His eyes shot open and his muscles tensed.

"I-I can't take anymore! Stop, please!" he wailed. Something about his voice was disturbing. It could only be likened to the sound of a wounded animal, or at least the tone of one. It was almost as though they were torturing him.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! Here, let's take a break, ok?" Ghost whimpered. Jimmy didn't respond, his eyes sliding closed again. His body relaxed once more. The man stood, quickly walking off to the kitchen. Johnny also stood, turning to Gavin.

"I'm going to go check on him. Can you stay here?"

"Yeah."

Johnny gingerly stepped over Jimmy, making his way to the kitchen. Ghost was leaned over, his head resting against the counter. He could tell just by his breathing pattern that the man was trying not to cry. He carefully placed his hand on his partner's shoulder, unsure what to say. Luckily he didn't have to say anything, as Ghost stood up straight. He stared at him with watery eyes, his cheeks flush with emotion. All Johnny had to do was open his arms and the man fell right in, burying his face in his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Sir." he whispered. Ghost didn't respond, instead giving him a little nod of acknowledgement. Johnny held him for what seemed like a million years, rubbing his back comfortingly. He could feel Ghost's tears soaking through his shirt, but he didn't mind. After a while his partner pulled away, wiping his face.

"We've never dealt with anything like this before, Johnny."

"Yes we have. We've had to mend all sorts of wounds."

"Yeah, but this is different."

"How so?"

"I practically can see his goddamn skull, Johnny! He's in so much pain, and-... Jesus, that lady must've been the fucking hulk." Ghost hissed. Johnny thought hard. None of them had any medical training, at least not enough to treat an injury of this caliber. He pulled out his phone, beginning to look through his contacts. They knew a lot of people, there must've been someone who could help.

"Surely we know a doctor, right?" he questioned. Ghost just shrugged. Johnny searched and searched, but eventually came up with nothing. In this time Ghost had returned to the living room and was staring down at his brother. Johnny joined them. Gavin was holding Jimmy's hand, running his thumb over the top of it as a sort of self soothing gesture.

"Did you guys come up with anything?" Gavin asked, looking up at them. Johnny shook his head.

"Nothing yet. I'm going to keep looking, maybe I can find someone who-"

"I have a plan." Ghost interjected. The Brits' gazes turned to him in almost perfect unison. The tone of his partner's voice made Johnny frown.

"What is it?"

"Maybe I-... maybe I can take Jimmy back. Just for a little while, just until he's strong enough to be ok again."

Johnny gasped, and Gavin's eyebrows raised.

"Sir, with all due respect that is a terrible idea!"

"No it isn't! Listen, you remember how I was all skinny and pale? That was because Jimmy was drawing on my energy to make himself stronger. If we could recreate that, even for a little bit, he may have a fighting chance." Ghost explained. His voice was borderline frantic, like he was struggling to keep up with his brain. Much to Johnny's surprise, Gavin objected.

"But what if things go back to the way they were? You know, where he gets out of control and destroys your life? I know I wasn't around much back then, but from what I saw things were pretty shit."

Johnny couldn't help but agree.

"He's right, Sir. You were so miserable."

"Then I'll just have to be miserable again!" Ghost snapped. Johnny knew that when the man used that tone that meant what he was saying was final. There was no arguing. He sighed, unable to contain his displeasure. Gavin just shrugged, sitting back.

"Do what you need to do." he grumbled. Ghost nodded, kneeling next to Jimmy once more. Johnny couldn't stop himself from commenting one last time.

"Do you even know how to 'take him back'?" he questioned.

"I sorta have an idea. Now I don't know if this'll be our current Jimmy or the... 'old' Jimmy, but just trust me, ok?"

"... alright. Good luck, Gregory."

Ghost gave him a tiny smile before turning back to his twin. He took Jimmy's hand into his own, his eyes closing. The room went dead silent, apart from the killer's strained breathing. All eyes were on the Americans. Johnny was starting to think it wouldn't work when Ghost suddenly began to shudder, his brows furrowing. His breathing became more intense, and his grip on Jimmy's hand tightened. The next thing they knew Ghost was screaming through gritted teeth. He lost his grip on Jimmy, his body beginning to tense and contort in unnatural ways as he fell to the floor. Johnny felt sick to his stomach. He had almost forgotten how terrible this all was. His brother looked absolutely horrified. It suddenly dawned on him that Gavin had never witnessed this before, he had only heard stories. With one last arch of the back Ghost fell silent, his convulsions stopping. As if almost on cue, Jimmy's physical body faded.

"Is-... is it done?" Gavin whispered. Johnny nodded slowly, whispering back.

"I think so."

Just then, Ghost sat up. Keeping his eyes closed, he stretched. His face was calm if not a bit amused.

"... Sir?"

Cracking his neck one last time, Ghost's eyes opened. They were a brilliant red. Ghost turned to Johnny, giving him a big sinister grin. A shiver raced down Johnny's spine. Ghost was gone, at least for now. But this wasn't their Jimmy either, not by a long shot. This was the old Jimmy, the true rightful owner of the 'worlds most renowned murderer' title. Letting out a tiny giggle, the killer stood.

"Heya, Johnny-boy. Did you miss me?"