[TRIGER WARNING- DEPRESSION, PAINIC ATTACKS MURDER AND SELF HARM ARE IN THIS STORY. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE THINGS THAN DON'T READ!]
Toast couldn't believe he was doing this. He hadn't seen his partner in years now, and the last encounter wasn't that pretty to be honest. With a deep sigh, he knocked on the door to the apartment. No response. He opened the door.
"Ghost..?" Was the first thing he heard. He backed up against the wall. He couldn't believe it. He was here. After all of these years. Ghost backed up further against the wall, quietly muttering "Go away.." Toast didn't go away though. He followed the voice of his old partner only to find a bloody mess. Cut marks had been scattered on Ghost's arms, he sobbed quietly seeing his old co-worker..No..Friend. Oh how much did he want to jump up and give Toast a big ol' hug. But he felt frozen. He didn't know what to do anymore, but Toast knew exactly what he needed to do. Toast bent down, giving Ghost a big hug. Still feeling frozen, he didn't move a muscle. Toast whispered "Why..?" Even though he already knew the answer. Jimmy. "Sir..I'm sorry for not being around, but it will be okay now..I'm here. I'm here for you. And don't doubt me when I say I will never let anything like this ever happen again.
Toast picked Ghost up and wandered the house until he found his bedroom and laid him down. He went to the bathroom to grab some antibiotics and bandages to help the cuts heal. When he got back, Ghost was still laying down, drowning in his fears, drowning in his hate. Toast quietly said "It's okay now sir, I'm going to bandage it up. It will hurt a little, but it will make your injury better." He silently put on the antibiotics and the bandages, as he finished, Ghost drifted off silently to sleep. Toast smiled a bit, and went off to hide any and all weapons.