"Johnny... h-how...." Ghost whispered as he crawled up to his partner. He didn't see exactly what happened, but it didn't really matter. All he knew was that Toast was loosing a lot of blood, and he was loosing it fast. He was lucky that Jimmy had agreed to leave him alone on this case. He heard Toast clear his throat.

"T-There are some bandages in the car. Use them on your leg." Toast coughed, looking up at him with his now dull blue eyes.

"W-What?! How can you be worried about my leg when your guts are spilling out?!" Ghost questioned as he glanced down at his partially mangled leg. He was surprised when Toast began to chuckle.

"My insides are not 'spilling out', Sir. They're merely punctured." Toast told him, giving him a weak smirk. Ghost rolled his eyes.

"You'd be dead by now if they were punctured, and i'm not going to waste time patching up my leg. I-I'm going get you out of here and hopefully to a hospital." Ghost told him. He helped the older man to his feet, shuttering at the noises of pain he made. Toast leaned heavily on him, the sudden extra 100+ pounds causing pain to shoot through his leg. Normally Ghost would've stopped and done something about his injury, but his concern for Toast was greater and kept him going. He could tell that Toast was trying to support himself, but he was having a really hard time. Ghost led the older man all the way to the van, sitting him down in the back. He quickly pulled out his phone, growling out of frustration. It was dead.

"Do you need to use my phone?" Toast asked. Ghost nodded quickly, turning towards him. He watched as Toast reached into his pocket, frowning.

"You don't have it, do you?" Ghost sighed. Toast just shook his head, letting out a little cough. His eyes widened in surprised as blood began to dribble down Toast's chin.

"O-oh... oh my." Toast whispered. Ghost watched, horrified as his partner began to cough even harder, more blood spewing from his mouth. Ghost looked around frantically, having no idea what to do next. He had no way to contact an ambulance, and he knew that there was no way he could get his friend to the hospital in time. Well... he could, but his plan wasn't the most legal method. Needless to say, said plan included thrusters and rocket fuel. He got in the driver seat, letting out a nervous huff.

"Give me the keys." Ghost ordered.

"B-but Sir! You can barely drive!" Toast exclaimed, his eyes wide. Ghost scowled at him.

"I don't care, Johnny! Give. Me. The. KEYS!!!" Ghost yelled. Toast flinched before doing as he was told. He sighed, taking the blood soaked keys into his hand. Ghost quickly started up the car, slamming on the gas. He didn't care whether he was speeding or not. No more than 5 minutes later, they were home. Ghost helped his partner get out of the van and into the house. Toast laid down on the couch. Ghost ran off, quickly grabbing a bunch of medical supplies from the near by cabinet. He walked back, not even asking before he began to take Toast's vest off, his blood soaked dress shirt following soon after.

"Sir... you could've asked." Toast muttered weakly, the slightest bit of color returning to his cheeks. Ghost just rolled his eyes, cleaning the wound as best he could before quickly disinfecting the medical needle. He attached the string. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before slowly beginning to sew the large gash closed. Ghost cringed, doing his best to ignore the cries of despair his partner now made. After a moment or two, he finished. He cleaned off what was left of the blood around the wound. That's when he noticed something. Right around the gash was an odd dark liquid. Going against his better judgement, Ghost tasted it. He gagged, immediately spitting it out onto the carpet. It almost instantly stained the floor black. That was not blood, nor did it taste like it. He watched in horror as Toast's eyes suddenly widened, and his muscles began to seize. Whatever this substance was, it was killing him.

"What the-...?! What is this crap?!" Ghost growled to himself. He actually had no idea what to do, mainly because he had no idea what this stuff even actually was. It could've been drain cleaner for all he knew. Ghost spit on the floor one more time, making sure he had gotten all the poison out of his mouth. He quickly ran off, grabbing the house phone. He dialed 911.

"911. What's your emergency?" The operator greeted.

"My friend is dying! I need an ambulance now!"

"Ma'am, please cal-"

"MA'AM?!!!" Ghost screeched angrily, interrupting the operator. He hung up, slamming the phone down onto the table. He inhaled deeply, trying his best not to have a full on mental breakdown as he made his way back to the living room. He jogged back over to Toast.

"S-sir... I don't think I'm gonna make it this time..." he choked. Ghost shook his head, and the tears began to flow.

"Johnny. P-please don't leave me." Ghost whispered, taking his friend's hand into his own.

"There-... there's something I've been working on, Sir. I-I didn't tell you before now, but there's a small machine in my desk. It's like... a little time machine. Y-you can use it to go to the past, fix everything that happened when you were a kid. I know you've been wanting to do that for a while." Toast explained quietly.

"W-why are you telling me this?" Ghost asked, his voice weak with shock. Toast reached up, cupping his cheek.

"It's my last gift to you, Sir." he told him. Ghost shook his head, and with that, he finally broke. He let out a heart wrenching sob as he held Toast's hand to his face. The older man smiled at him, and Ghost loved it. He loved that beautiful smile.

"I'll save you, Johnny. I'll save you, and Jimmy... and everybody! I-I promise!" Ghost cried. Toast nodded slowly.

"Thank you... Gregory..." Toast whispered. He watched in horror as Toast's eyes slid closed, and his body went limp. Ghost savored what was left of Toast's warmth, staring at his face. He looked so peaceful. Ghost pressed a kiss to his now deceased partner's forehead before he stood up, hesitantly letting go of Toast's hand. He wiped the tears from his eyes, walking upstairs. Ghost made his way to the desk, opening the drawer. In there was the machine Toast was talking about. He pulled it out. On it was a small dial covered in numbers. He thought for a moment before adjusting the numbers. Ghost set it to 11, as in 11 years into the past. He quickly walked back down stairs, grabbing the older man's now cold hand.

"I'll save you... I will..." Ghost whispered. And with that, he clicked the button on the top. A bright light washed over him. It was time to go back to the past.