Gavin watched in both amazement and horror as Jimmy suddenly flew backwards, slamming on and straight through the kitchen table. Blood immediately began to drip from the man, the liquid covering the otherwise clean white tile. They ran over, horrified to find that it was no longer Jimmy but Ghost that they were looking at.

"A-are... are you two ok?" he whispered, his eyes scanning them. Gavin was astonished.

"Are we ok?! You just WWE'd yourself! Are you ok?"

Ghost gave him a small smile. His eyes were bright with amusement.

"I'm good."

"Can you move?"

The man shifted a tiny bit, his face scrunching with pain.

"Yeah but I don't think I want to. It really hurts." Ghost huffed. Gavin looked to Johnny. His eyes were abnormally dark and filled with concern.

"How do we get him out of there?" Johnny asked, glancing at him. Gavin's gaze returned to Ghost. He walked around him, crouching down to get a better look at the damage. Thankfully it didn't look like the debris went too deep, despite all the bleeding.

"Maybe we could just lift him up? Like super carefully?"

"Lift him? How?"

"I could take his arms and you could take his legs, and together we could lift him straight up and off the table. We don't wanna risk causing any more damage by dragging him over the shit, right?"

"Right. ... is that ok with you, Sir?"

"Whatever works."

The two positioned themselves on either side of him. Johnny grabbed Ghost's legs, while Gavin hooked his arms under his as gingerly as he could. Glancing at each other, they lifted on the count of three. As soon as they moved Ghost grunted, gritting his teeth. They swiftly moved him over to the coffee table, where they had him sit. Now that he was out of the way, they could see that it wasn't just the wood that stabbed him but a couple of weird plastic bits too. It looked like a medieval torture device. Gavin was honestly shocked something like this hadn't happened sooner.

"What the hell kind of table is that?" he asked. Johnny shrugged, growing almost sheepish.

"We got it off of Craigslist."

"You what? Jesus Christ."

"We were trying to save money, ok? ... Sir, can you lift the back of your shirt for us?" Johnny questioned. Ghost just nodded, doing as asked. Gavin watched as his brother grabbed a fresh washcloth and a thing of water, using them to gently wash the red from his back. Ghost didn't react much, but Gavin could tell from the look in his eyes that it must've really hurt. He was honestly starting to get the feeling that Ghost was one tough guy. This made him realize that Jimmy, despite being a demonic serial killer, didn't do very well with pain. That made him wonder just how bad Jimmy must've been freaking out in there.

"Are they deep?" the American asked, interrupting the silence. Gavin was secretly thankful to hear his voice.

"Not too bad, no. ... is Jimmy still there?"

"Yeah, but he's quiet. I think I really hurt him."

"I see. That's good, right?" he questioned. Ghost shrugged, wincing lightly at the movement.

"I don't think so. He was already severely injured. Now he's gonna have to be in there for even longer."

Ghost had a point. Gavin honestly wasn't sure he could take much more Jimmy, at least right now. He really cared about the guy, but frankly he just couldn't stand him when he acted like this. He was just so cruel and deceptive, as well as uncharacteristically smart. The dorks seemed to notice his displeasure and glanced at each other, communicating seemingly telepathically.

"... you don't have to stay if you don't want to. You can go home, we won't be mad." Johnny told him. His voice was gentle and sincere. Gavin frowned.

"No way. I got us into this mess, I should stay."

"You look exhausted. You should go get some rest."

"I'll be fine."

"I insist, Gavin. We do this all the time, we'll be ok."

Gavin didn't know what to say. He was covered in musty old blood, it was four in the morning, and his best friend was nearly dead. To say he needed a break was an understatement.

"Fine, but at least let me stay until Ghost is all patched up. ... I need to see that he's ok, otherwise I won't sleep. That possession shit was scary." Gavin muttered. The Johnny's awed in almost perfect unison. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"That's really sweet, Gav. Y'know, I'll be heading to bed soon anyways. You could head out after that." Ghost suggested. Gavin wanted to argue but couldn't. He was just too tired to refuse.

"Alright."

They fell into a comfortable silence after this, Gavin doing what he could to help. He spent most of the time watching Johnny work. He found it impressive how gentle his brother was being. He knew he could never be so careful, even if he wanted to. Gavin wondered just how many times Johnny had done this for Ghost. Probably more than he could count. After what felt like forever, Ghost was finally fully bandaged. The man stiffly stood, hobbling off to the back of the apartment. Johnny turned to him, his face filled with exhaustion and gratitude.

"Thank you for staying. I'm really sorry you had to see all that."

"Eh, I'll be ok."

"I know. Just-... take care of yourself, ok? Use this time away from Jimmy as a break."

Gavin scoffed.

"A break? From what?"

"From Jimmy! I know how hard it is to take care of him, and after this it'll just get even harder."

"... what do you mean?"

"He's not gonna be ok after this. Box Friend is the source of all his trauma, being reconnected to it is most certainly going to have some negative effects."

Gavin was just about to complain when they heard Ghost call them from the back room. The two glanced at each other, a surprise wave of nervousness washing over both of them. Johnny led him back to the bedroom where Ghost was now resting. He had put on a fresh set of pj's and tucked himself in bed. Despite how weird it felt, Gavin knew it was time to say goodnight. He just hoped they could all make it through the rest of this night alive.