A Little Ghost Help

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Hey guys! Are you ready to find out who the mysterious person is? ... a friend of mine guessed it was Patton's Mom. Can you imagine how scary that would be?! But now I kinda want to write a side chapter that isn't related to the plot, but kinda is? It's more of a what if chapter. What do you think? Would you guys read that? An 'if Patton's Mom found him instead of who did' chapter... I mean... I could probably tell you, the name is right under here... But... Oh well. So please tell me if that's something you would be interested in!

Warning: Mentions of past injuries (includes whipping incident), nightmares, and pain... Did you expect any different?

Remy pov
I walked out of my favorite starbies shop, saying goodbye to my favorite people. I jumped when I heard an ear splitting scream. I was so scared I dropped my frappuccino as I ran over to Patton, who was lying on the ground unconscious with his crutch right next to him. What happened?! I quickly checked his pulse. He's still breathing. I don't know what to do. I got out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found him.

"Who is this?"

"Emile, thank stars you answered!"

"What do you need Remy?" He sounded concerned.

"Patton just passed out!"

"What?! Um ok… here. I'll be there in a few minutes, where are you?". I quickly gave him the street name and hung up. I knelt down next to Patton and heaved him up into my arms. I sat down on a nearby bench and anxiously tapped my foot. Patton still rested on my lap and his crutch sat right next to me.

"Come on, Pat. Come on." I muttered under my breath to him. I felt him stir in my arms. He tried to roll over, out of my arms. "No babes, don't do that." He began to shake.

"No," he mumbled, "P-please… n-no… I-I'll do better. P-please don't… stop! P-please! N-no! I-I'll stop! I-I'll be better. I'll be better…" tears were streaming down his face. I felt my heart break at the sound of his voice. What the heck is going on? Why is he acting this way? What happened to him? I tried to hold him closer, but he let out a Yelp and arched his back. "S-stop! P-please s-stop!" He was crying harder now. I don't know what to do.

He cried in my arms for five minutes until Emile showed up in his red van. He quickly opened the door and I moved Patton into the car and buckled him in. I jumped into the front seat and looked over to Emile. "Okay so… what's the plan?"

"Um… I haven't gotten that far yet." He answered truthfully. 

"Okay… we can work with this. Umm… do you think we should take him to the hospital?" He nodded and we started to drive. A faint voice came from the back of the car.

"No… no hospital." We turned back to see Patton with his eyes scrunched shut. He is still out, but somehow he still managed to respond in his sleep.

"Okay… so no hospital. How about my house?" Emile offered as he turned the car around. We didn't hear any protests from Patton, so we took that as a yes. After a minute of silence Emile spoke up, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I was walking out of my favorite starbies when I heard him scream. I only saw him once he had already passed out on the sidewalk." I took a deep breath before adding, "after I called you, I picked him up and he kept muttering things like stop, I'll do better, I'm sorry, and he arched his back when I touched it a certain way and he yelped." I saw Emile nod.

"Okay, we're here." We pulled up at a two story house that had a beautiful flower bed around the front. You could tell it was well taken care of. Emile stopped the car and I got out. This time, Emile grabbed Patton and brought him into the house. I followed quickly with the crutch and opened the door for them. "My parents are out of town for the weekend and my siblings are off in college so we have the place to ourselves." He informed me. I nod and Emile moved Patton onto the couch. We kneel down next to him and Emile slowly started to roll Patton's pant leg up. Patton whimpered, but otherwise remained silent. Tears were freely falling down his face again.