Yea I got inspired to finish this story and not just leave it alone forever. Sorry it took an entire year XD
(Johnny Ghosts Perspective)
I felt myself regain control and quickly got my bearings. I threw the bloodied knife I was holding behind me and clambered down to Johnny Toast on the floor. "Johnny Toast oh god are you okay?!" I cried and gently shook his shoulder, the scent of blood assaulting my nose like a road-roller. I saw him grimace at the small shake i had given him and my voice caught in my throat. I had hurt Toast. I was supposed to protect him and teach him how to be a paranormal investigator and so many other things but I had hurt him. He looked up at me and smiled and I knew I didn't deserve a partner like him.
"G-glad to see you're back sir." He said with a rough gurgle. I tore the sleeve off of my shirt and pressed it against where I thought the main cut on his throat was.
"It's going to be okay Toast don't worry. We'll get you patched up and out of here, and we'll get rid of the ghosts and then we can go relax and watch netflix and eat popcorn and..." I broke of my panicked rambling when he started coughing again and I saw more blood squirt from his abdomen. I did this to him. He could have died if I didn't come back soon enough. The reality of that swam through my head but only for a millisecond because before I could sink into circle of self loathing he spoke up.
"Get rid of the ghost, then worry about me. Okay?" He sputtered the words and laid down on the ground. "I'll wait here... if thats okay.." I nodded and stood up, shakily picking up his abandoned flashlight and continuing on with the examination.
(Johnny Toasts Perspective)
I clutched my stomach and yet again gasped for air as my throat bled out and throbbed. I tried to concentrate on well, not dying. I hadn't given up hope on Ghost fighting back against Casket, I just didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I cried out, and I heard a clatter. I hoped it was help and closed my eyes, waiting for the worst to happen. I felt someone shuffle down next to me and heard his voice asking me if I was okay. relief flooded my senses. Even as he shook my shoulder and pain resonated, I still felt glad he was okay.
"G-glad to see you're back sir." I attempted to reassure him and smiled his way. He tried to bandage my throat, but he was talking a mile a minute and did a bad job of it. I coughed again at the pressure of his torn sleeve at my throat and he seemed to tense up. "Get rid of the ghost, then worry about me. Okay?" I tried to convince him to go because he was doing more harm than help. I could always go to a hospital later. "I'll wait here... if thats okay.." I laid down and watched him stand up before I closed my eyes to focus on keeping calm.