"How do you feel?" Toad asked hesitantly.

"Like everything is surreal," Ghost said, leaning against the wall.

Toad saw the boy close his eyes and the older Mutant walked towards his brother.

"Spencer," Toad said, trying to sound reassuring. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and gently guided him to the cafeteria. "I'm sure that it's that you need some food."

Ghost suddenly stopped and immediately pushed the hand off. Toad looked back, a bit shocked at the coldness in his brother's eyes. Then Toad saw the boy grab his head.

"My head is killing me," Ghost said, his voice sounding muffled as he crouched into a ball. "Please, I need my meds!"

Toad suddenly found himself not sure about what to do. Was he right in even taking the pills, he started asking himself. Once agian, the older Mutant felt at a loss, which he had forgotten how it felt.

"Come on," Toad said, picking his brother up. "We're going to see if you can see a Doctor or someone who bloody knows what's happening."

The response he got back was a painful groan before the boy passed out. Alarmed, Toad started hurrying to anyone.

He saw the Weather Witch again and went up to her.

"You need to find out what's happening or wrong with him!" Toad demanded worriedly.

She looked shocked for a moment and then took the boy from Toad.

"You wait in the dorm," She told him gently, but firmly. "We'll see what's happening and work on getting him better."

"The hell that I will!" Toad shouted.

She blinked and nodded, "Follow me then."

Toad did so, following her through the halls and into a hidden elevator. Soon he walked into a room and watched her lay the boy on hospital bed. He saw Jean quickly walk into the room and started hurrying in whatever she was doing.

A few minutes later Ghost suddenly opened his eyes and a smoke seemed to be appearing from somewhere, but Toad didn't have a chance to see, as the Witch started pushing him out. Toad wanted to fight her, but stopped himself as the thought occurred to him, that they were trying to help.

So Toad waited outside the room.

Finally, about several hours later, the witch motioned for him to come in. Toad walked into the room, to see that the Professor was also there.

"So spill it," Toad demanded. "What happened and is he fine?"

"Spencer will be alright," Toad heard. "His headaches were mostly caused from surpressing his Mutation. You were doing the right thing in taking the medicine from him. As Jean discovered, Spencer was actually taking too much. What happened was that everything that he suppressed just came out abruptly."

"But he's better now?"

"Mostly, yes," The Professor told him. "I think that it's possible that Spencer will emerge more often now. But I'm not entirely sure yet. Spencer has a multiple personality disorder. As of the moment, only two personalities are known. Both are unaware of each other, so Jean has suggested that he continue to take the medicine."

He offered Toad the small bottle of pills and the man took it.

Toad then looked at the man for a long moment, as he thought about what he was told, and then finally asked one more question.

"So Spencer has two personalities," Toad said, as he narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Is there a chance in the future that the two will merge into one?"

"I don't know Mortimer," Xavier answered. "Each Mutant is different. Only time will tell."

Toad not at all happy with the reply, waved the man off and walked away from him, and stuck the item into his pocket. He walked up to where his brother was sleeping and he pulled a chair closer to the bed. He still didn't trust the X-Men and he vowed to himself that anything happened to his brother, he was going to hold them responsible.

Toad felt someone shaking him and he realized that he had fallen asleep sometime during the night. The man silently cursed himself on letting his guard down and figured that he had exhausted himself out. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sighed as he looked to see his brother sitting up and staring at him with a disgusted face.

"You drooled on me," Ghost said, pointing to a spot on his sleeve. "And it's disgusting."

Toad smiled slightly and shrugged, "Sorry about that, mate."

"I'm starving," Ghost told him.

"Then let's get some fast food," Toad suggested.

Ghost nodded and slid off of the bed. He started to head towards the door, when Jean walked in.

"Hello Spencer," She said.

Toad noticed that his brother glanced up at the woman and then looked away from her.

"I'm leaving," Ghost told her. "Toad and I are going to get something to eat."

"I'm sorry," Toad heard her tell him. "We can't let you off of the campus yet."

Ghost glared up at her and Toad could feel the sudden electricity in the air.

"Hey, Spence," Toad said, trying to prevent a future problem. "How about you wait for me and I'll get some food."

The cold glare shifted to him, Toad saw, and he stood there unflinching. Finally Ghost blinked and frowned.

"Fine," Ghost complied, folding his arms over his chest. "I'll be waiting for a Turkey Curry bake."

Toad blinked in surprise. Then the Mutant grinned, "Alright."

As Toad turned away and headed out of the grounds, he thought to himself. If Ghost wants to play difficult, then he can be difficult as well. Toad stuck his hands in his pockets, as he walked out of the mansion's grounds, and felt the bottle of pills.

He pulled them out, as he stopped just outside of the gate, and looked at the item. The Mutant scowled as he stared at the name of his brother and of the doctor who had prescribed the meds. He then tossed the bottle off into the bushes and crouched.

Let the bloody X-Men do what they think is best, Toad decided as he took a leap. He was going to do what he thought what was the best thing for his brother, and it wasn't giving him some medicine that some Human doctor had prescribed.

I hope that you like this. I had to stay true to what Toad would do. I promise that the next chapter will be entertaining for you guys. So tell me what you think.