(extremely short, my apologies, I've been super busy with moms wedding and grandma's memorial, I love you guys tons)

I lick my lips nervously, the taste of Wally's blood on my tongue. Metallic, warm, thick. Is it possible for a ghost to die again? Is it possible for a ghost to go into shock?

"Ava, what the fuck was that" charlie croaks.

I couldn't speak, the words were caught in my throat. I looked down at wally, he seemed to be breathing, and that's all I could think about, the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"AVA!" Charlie cries, clearly overwhelmed with what just happened, I couldn't even comprehend it. When I was alive, thinking about death, I never expected it to be some twisted hell, like a jigsaw game, bloody and insane.

"I don't know" I manage to barely even whisper, touching Wally's cheek, trying to wipe the blood from his face with my own bloody hands, not even doing a good job at smearing it.

Time went by slowly, slow motion if you will, I felt like I barely moved while everyone moved me and wally to the nurses office, and dealt with Mr. Martin. I just sat there, watching wally for hours until he finally woke up.

He immediately sat up "Ava!?"

I touch his hand "I'm here baby"

He gasps and pulls me in and kisses me, the blood lingering.

"Is that?" He whispers against my lips.

"Blood" I whisper back. "The taste of you."