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ON WITH THE STORY!

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P.S.- There's new people in this chapter! I have one shots with both of them in them- It's Cold is the one I'm talking about. If you wanna read it then you could get more info on their characters.

Mark description- 20 years old with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was Roach's best friend in high school, they always hung out together. He met Roach in 8th grade. He is very cheerful most of the time.

Luke description- 24 years old with light blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He was an ICU Nurse for around 3 years and is very good with medical stuffs. He's known Roach since he was 12. When Roach was 14 he ran away and Luke let him live with him because he hated how badly John treated him.

Luke ran inside and shut the door, locking it shortly after. Mark appeared from the back room and his eyes grew huge at the sight of Gary.

"Holy shit! You didn't say he looked this bad..." He said, rushing forward to take Gary to the back room.

"You change and get cleaned up."

Luke nodded and quickly changed into a clean set of clothes, washing his hands before heading to the back room. Gary was awake now, his cheeks tear stained and wet. He was shaking really hard. Mark already had an IV in his arm and was currently trying to clean out the large stab wound in his shoulder. Without much success. Gary wouldn't sit still and Mark couldn't hold him and clean at the same time.

"Luke, I need help..." He whined.

"You take his temperature?"

"Yeah... it's 88.5. He also has a concussion."

Luke sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Gary had moderate hypothermia.

At least he doesn't have severe...

"Alright, first things first. We need to get him warmed up. Go get a couple washcloths soaked in warm water and a clean set of warm clothes that look like they will fit him. Also start a warm bath. Make sure the water isn't hot. If we get him warm too quickly he could die."

Mark nodded and ran off. Luke sat by the hospital bed Gary was laying on and started gathering supplies. The younger man watched him like a hawk, making sure he stayed well away. He was so pale, almost blending in with the white sheets below him. Well, his face anyways. The rest of him was covered in blood. Luke was sure he couldn't see properly, not with all the crying and shaking he was doing. His thoughts were interrupted when Gary leaned over the rail of the bed and retched, emptying the small contents of his stomach onto the floor. He leaned forward and rubbed his back, telling him it was okay and he was gonna be fine. Gary laid back down after a few minutes of dry heaving and cried more. Luke ruffled his hair and he flinched, leaning away from his hand. It really had him wondering what the hell happened to the kid...

"Damn it." Luke sighed, looking at the foul smelling mess on the floor.

At least there wasn't much to clean up. He cleaned it up and Mark came back with the stuff he asked for, giving him a weird look when he saw the puke covered dish rag in the trash can.

"Did h-"

"Yes he did. C'mon, hurry." He replied in an abrupt tone.

They took off his wet clothes and dabbed at his cheeks, neck, and chest with the warm washcloths, unsuccessfully trying to avoid touching the wounds that covered his body. His crying slowed down a bit but the shaking didn't. He was mumbling things and they both caught the word 'ghost' several times. They wondered what that was supposed to mean, but didn't comment. After about 20 minutes, they checked his temperature again. It had climbed to 92.

"Well, now he needs a bath. It'll warm him up more and help clean out some of the wounds, although we'll still have to use peroxide after we're done. Some of them need stitches too... actually a lot of them do. Especially his leg and that stab wound." Luke mused.

"Shouldn't we take him to a hospital? I mean... this is bad. He would have a much better chance of survival if we went to a hospital."

"We can't. People will want to know what happened and I have no idea what went down. Plus he hates hospitals. He'll just run away as soon as he wakes up. You remember all the times he's done that. I'm sure his opinion of hospitals hasn't changed."

Mark ran his hand through his blonde locks and tried to sort out his scrambled thoughts. Luke turned away and walked back over to Gary, ending the conversation. Gary was sitting there quietly crying and looked up when he heard Luke's footsteps get close. Luke reached down and removed the IV from his arm and picked him up. The younger man yelped in surprise and pain as his wounds were jostled. He didn't move a muscle, barely even daring to breathe. Mark followed along behind them. Luke set him down for a moment and slipped his boxers off, (he was gonna have to change later anyways) then lowered him into the warm water. Gary gasped, his unbroken hand shooting out and latching on to his arm. It reminded Mark of a scared cat when you tried to give it a bath. He whimpered and tears started flowing down his cheeks again.

"Shhh, it's okay. You'll feel better soon, I promise."

"H-hurts..." He cried, tightening his grip on his arm.

"I know, I know. But you gotta get warmed up and... well, clean."

Gary didn't say anything else, he just cried. It took them around 10 minutes to get all the blood and dirt off of him. Mark washed his hair too, then took him out and changed him into clean clothes but left his shirt off, before putting him back in bed, reinserting the IV while he was at it. Meanwhile, Luke was getting things ready. They had a lot of work to do, including cleaning out all of the wounds, stitching up all of the wounds that needed it, resetting his arm, leg, and possibly his nose, giving him his medicine, and watching his temperature.

Gary wasn't crying anymore, just sitting there watching them with a blank look. He was still shaking though, which was odd. He was warm enough now that he shouldn't still be shaking so hard. Luke hated to have to do this, especially after he had only just stopped crying. But he had to because he wanted his friend to recover.

"We'll start with resetting his arm, then his leg. After that I'll take a look at his nose and see what needs to be done. We'll clean out the wounds and start stitching, although I'll probably sedate him before the stitches. You know how he is with those."

Mark nodded and Luke thought of something.

"Does he have any pain meds in him? We might wanna give him some..."

Mark nodded again and said, "Yeah, he's already got some. It's not the strong stuff cause I didn't want to knock him out, but it should take the edge off."

"Alright, let's go."

Gary warily looked up when they walked up to the bed. He went to sit up but Mark pushed him back down, holding on to his uninjured arm and shoulder. He whined when Luke touched his broken arm, feeling around to see how bad the break was. Then he put pressure on it, adding more until the bone went back into place with a loud pop. Gary screamed and started crying again. The deep cuts on his arm only added to the pain when it was touched. He splinted it, just to hold it in place until they had time to replace it with a plaster cast. Then he moved to his foot and did the same. Gary was getting dangerously close to hyperventilating.

"Talk to him, would you? He's gonna make himself sick... again."

Mark nodded.

Luke moved forward and went to touch Gary's nose, but he moved his head away and fought against the hands that pinned him to the bed. The older man retracted his hand and moved away, searching for the peroxide. He would fix Gary's nose later, when he was out. He didn't want to get bit right now, and he of all people knew that he would bite if you put your hand too close to his mouth. He brought the peroxide over and made sure Mark had a good grip on him before pouring it on a few of the larger wounds. They angrily bubbled up with reddish foam almost as soon as the scream left Gary's mouth. He thrashed and fought, his breath coming in pained gasps as rivers of tears raced down his cheeks.

"I-it hurts! Please stop...! M-make it st-stop!"

"Shhh, you're okay. I'm sorry man, but we gotta get these cleaned out. You'll get infections if we don't."

Gary ignored him, continuing to scream and cry until they were done cleaning out all the wounds, which took a little over half an hour.

"Okay, what now?" Mark panted.

Both of them were covered in sweat from trying to deal with Gary, who was currently trying to stay awake even though he kept dozing off.

"We'll just sedate him, he could use the sleep and I don't think we'd be able to keep him still enough to get anything done if he stayed awake." Luke sighed.

Mark just nodded and leaned against the wall. He was tired. Luke got a syringe and filled it with a sedative before walking back over to Gary's bed. The poor kid was already sleeping, but would undoubtedly wake up if someone touched him. His eyes popped open when he felt the IV line move slightly. He was so tired that he just sat and watched while Luke injected the sedative into the IV line. He yawned and was asleep within seconds.

Meanwhile, back at the Ghosts' base in Pennsylvania, Ghost lay awake worrying about his best friend.

A/N: *Evil laugh* I'm so mean to the babies. More Ghost next chapter! You'll get to see what he's up to... well... he doesn't really do much. Mostly cries. Lol... review...