[b][u]Party Poison’s POV[/u][/b]
I ran out of the medical room praying that Dr. D wasn’t broadcasting his daily message as I almost literally swung the door from its hinges and running into the room. I sighed as a sudden flow of relief came over me; he wasn’t broadcasting. But now him, Kid, Jet and Pony were looking at me as if I’d just seen my life flash before my eyes.

“Party Poison?” Dr. D asked, turning to face me. I caught my breath a little before I responded, and I could tell that it wasn’t what everyone was expecting because of the looks on their faces; shock, happiness and questioning, all at the same time.

“Ghoul...” I breathed, getting ready to leave and go back, “He’s waking up.” Everyone shot up as I led them to the medical room, and when we got there, we were all a little shocked, and as for myself; well... I can’t really explain how I felt when I saw him.

“Party, you need to speak to him now; let him know you’re here.” Dr. D quickly explained as if he knew what was wrong with him, and I looked at him questioningly after staring at Ghoul for a fair amount of time. He was huddled up in the corner of the bed that fitted in with the corner of the wall with his hands knotted up in his black greasy hair; I was surprised that he hadn’t ripped any out with the state that he was in. He was whimpering louder and louder every second, and it really did pull at my heartstrings to see him like this.

“How will that-” I tried, but he interrupted me before I could finish.
“Just do it!” He exclaimed, pushing a number of different buttons on the Cardiac Monitor that was now beeping faster and faster.

I knew there wouldn’t be much time to help him before it all went out of hand, so I went with my first thoughts as soon as the last sound came out of Dr. D’s mouth. I quickly jumped onto the bed – almost literally – and moved over to hold the shaking figure tightly in my arms, whilst hushing him and trying to wake him up without him hurting himself in any way possible.

“Ghoul? Ghoul, it’s alright,” I tried calming him down, but for some reason he didn’t respond as well as last time.
“You’ll have to wake him up now; the sooner he wakes up, the more chance of living he has – Kobra Kid, you help Party Poison. Jet Star, you need to run out to the van and take out the medical box found under the passenger’s seat. Show Pony, I need you to stay and help me take the needles out from Fun Ghoul.” Dr. D instructed specifically, and everyone went to pursue their given jobs. Once Jet, Pony and Dr. D got to work, Kid joined me on the bed and tried helping me waking him up. I tried not to acknowledge the needles that were less than a foot away, and concentrated on waking the whimpering Ghoul that stayed tense in my arms – shaking furiously with his hands still clawing at his hair.

“Ghoul? Can you hear us?” Kid asked, shaking his shoulders a little too hard for my liking. Ghoul only responded with a slightly open mouth, but nothing came out other than hard breaths. I began to worry more as blood ran down his shaking arms from where the needles were, and Pony placed a gentle hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me. I shook my head to snap out of my trance, and then began working on Ghoul again.

“Ghoul, please! Wake up, it’s us; Party, Kid, Pony and Dr. D! We [i]need[/i] you to wake up, Ghoul! I’m begging you, please...!” I begged, pulling him into a tight hug and ignoring the blood that smothered onto my yellow shirt which had my logo on the front in bold black ink.

I couldn’t help but bury my head against the crook in his neck and close my eyes tight when I began to sob uncontrollably; what was going on? Why was I having this sudden mood change? I hadn’t felt this sad since I had found out that my mother and father were dead...

His strong scent started to fill my nose, and I immediately missed him after the couple of weeks that he has been out cold. I felt another couple of hands wrap around my back, but I refused to look around to see who it was.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice could be heard against my chest, and I froze as did everyone else. My heart’s beating increased as I took slow and easy breaths, but I couldn’t control the new feeling inside of my body that produced new tears that I could only think of as shocked or overjoyed.

He spoke again after a few seconds of silence, and I soon realised that the arms wrapped gently around my body belonged to him. I could now feel a cold and wet patch on my shirt where his head rested – or more rather, squashed – against my chest, and I then felt him grip onto me a little stronger, with a little whimper of pain sounding straight after.

“...Ghoul...?”

[b][u]Fun Ghoul’s POV[/u][/b]
[i]I’m so sorry; Party. I’m sorry that I messed up; I’m sorry that I couldn’t get the chance to tell you I love you; I’m sorry I can’t hug you that one last time and assure you that everything will be alright, even when I know that it won’t be.

I’m moving onto a new place; somewhere I can start fresh. I don’t think I can possibly fail there – though, who am I kidding? I’m me, and nothing can prevent the chaos that I bring.

I’ve broken many hearts throughout my lifetime; can you remember when we went to that small party once, and I almost got myself a first little girlfriend? That overjoyed expression on your face told me to go for it, although I was only thinking of you.

When I asked her if she wanted to dance with me, all I could picture was me asking you, but I knew that that would never happen.

Even when I looked back for you, you had disappeared, left me alone to fend for myself. I didn’t know what to do then; I panicked. I thought you had left forever, what a stupid thing to think, huh? It was a good thing I ran out before I took things any further with her; God knows what would have happened!

Not to mention when about 50 Dracs ran inside and killed anyone they could.

I was scared, then. I waited outside for you; waited for you to show your face and hug me; and tell me that they’ll never find us.

[b]But you never came.[/b]

Instead, I went looking for you; I may have almost gotten us both killed in the process, but I found you, and I was safe. You held me close when Dr. D arrived in his van, shooting anyone who came to harm us. I remember your exact words...

[b]“Shhh, Ghoul... We’re safe now... I’ll protect you, I promise...”[/b]

Since then you have always kept that promise; but this time, you couldn’t. This was my fault, and I knew you were trying to warn me before it happened. But, things happen for a reason, right?

You made that promise [b]8 years ago.[/b]

I was a petty little 8 year old, close to crying my eyes out when people were getting shot down in front of my young eyes.

And do you want to know what day that was, Party?

[b]That was the day that I fell for you.[/b]

You showed me what love was; you took away all of my worries, and helped me through thick and thin. I honestly don’t know where I would be without you.

[b]Do you know where you would be without me?[/b][/i]

I communicated with Party through my thoughts – even when I knew that he was gone – and no matter how much it hurt my head, I just kept going. I could feel my chest tighten up both mentally and physically, and I made my hands clutch more tightly to the thick amounts of hair that I held within them, earning a bigger headache than before.

I then heard footsteps come into the room, and then silence. I could only hear my heartbeat in my ears as blood rushed to my throbbing head, and I could feel nobody helping me. I could feel myself starting to sob; although I couldn’t feel any tears pour down over my cheeks. Suddenly voices began to echo within my mind, and I couldn’t figure out if they were real, or just my imagination trying to calm me down.

[i]“Party, you need to speak to him now; let him know you’re here.”[/i] I heard a deep voice explain, and I guessed that it was Dr. D. I cringed a little at the name he mentioned, and my hands just clenched tighter.

[i]“How will that-”[/i] Someone started to reply, but Dr. D cut him off.

[i]“Just do it!”[/i]

I then felt a large part of the floor fall beneath me, and I knew that I was either sat on a bed or a couch of some sort. Two arms suddenly wrapped around my apparently shaking body, and I felt someone else’s body press up against my own. I automatically knew who it was.

[i]“Ghoul? Ghoul, it’s alright,”[/i] He whispered into one of my ears, and I could feel him trying to remove my hands from my hair, but giving up when they refused to move. I wanted to hold him; to tell him that I wasn’t okay... I wanted to cry myself back to sleep in his arms; only, I didn’t want to wake up again.

[i]“You’ll have to wake him up now; the sooner he wakes up, the more chance of living he has – Kobra Kid, you help Party Poison. Jet Star, you need to run out to the van and take out the medical box found under the passenger’s seat. Show Pony, I need you to stay and help me take the needles out from Fun Ghoul.”[/i] Dr. D sternly explained, and I whimpered as I felt sudden sharp pains all over my body. Damn him for mentioning that I had needles in my body...

[i]“Ghoul? Can you hear us?”[/i] Someone else asked, shaking my body sharply. I whimpered again, only this time it was because I wanted to answer, but I just couldn’t. It was like I had forgotten how to talk, and I could feel my mouth open slightly as I tried to say something; anything.

[i]“Ghoul, please! Wake up, it’s us; Party, Kid, Pony and Dr. D! We need you to wake up, Ghoul! I’m begging you, please...!”[/i] Party broke down, holding me tighter against his own shaking body. I then felt his heartbeat against my head as I gained a sudden burst of strength, and I wrapped my arms around his body.

Once I figured that I could move to my control, I tried opening my eyes.

At first I thought that it hadn’t worked, but when I felt myself blink against Party’s shirt, I knew it had. I gasped a little as my eyes started to focus a little and take in a few dark colours, and my head ached a little more as it tried fitting in the newly found light. The next step was talking, but when I tried speaking his name, only a muffled and hoarse croak left my throat, leaving me feeling like I really needed to clear my throat.

“...Ghoul...?” He asked, and it was at that point that I guessed that he had been crying. My own tears stained wet patches on his shirt, and my hands gripped onto his shirt, not wanting to let go. I felt another wet substance run down my arms, but I was too scared to look; I just imagined that it was sweat. I closed my eyes again, and this time I buried my face further into his chest, earning a sharp inhaled breath from the strong body that I now relied on for my personal needs.

“Is he awake...?” I heard the unfamiliar voice ask who had shook me earlier, and I mentally slapped myself when I realised that it was Kobra Kid. I felt Party’s arms hold me tighter as he cried, and he nodded quickly. A sigh was heard from whoever else was in the room, and more tears left my eyes. [i]Had they really missed me that much?[/i]

I cleared my throat, and then sighed a little in pleasure when that horrible feeling had disappeared. I took this chance to speak again, and when I did, I felt everything fall silent.

“P-Party...” I started, stuttering a little as he tensed up at the sound of my voice. “I-I... I was scared, Party...” I took in a painful breath as I started to sob against his chest, and he rubbed my back a little with one hand as the other held my head close to his body.

“Scared of what, Ghoul?” He whispered back, and I whimpered slightly before shaking my head a little. Do I tell him...? Does he really need to know the fears that I gained throughout the unwelcome experience? “Speak to me Ghoul, please...” He breathed into my ear, sending a little shiver along my spine. “What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath... [i]This was it.[/i]