The two girls led Ghost and I to a small alcove. Inside was filled with ratty pillows and blankets; lining the walls were medicines and bandages and other miscellaneous objects. A sharp smell of old blood, herbs, and old clothes, wafted in the air when we walked in. The second we walked inside, we were greeted by a much older young man, his hair was wild and an ugly orange, nothing like my own deep red hair and his eyes were a nervous blue. He looked like the guy that used to get picked on a lot in school. 

    "Winston, we need your help." Said Isabel, nodding towards Ghost, who was now paler and concentrating on breathing. He was feeling the arrow now. 
Winston nodded and he beckoned us inside. The two girls helped me lay Ghost down on one of the many over-stuffed pillows. Winston looked over the arrow protruding from Ghost's shoulder before turning back to the three of us. 

    "Maria, Isabel, you two can leave," he nodded to me. "this young lady can stay." The two girls didn't need to be told twice, they were gone the minute those words left Winston's mouth. 

   "Well now who do we have here?" Winston asked Ghost. 

   "Ghost. My name is Ghost." Ghost hissed through clenched teeth, the arrow was really starting to bother him now that all the adrenaline has worn off. 
Winston only nodded, "Well Ghost, what have you gotten yourself into?" Winston examined the arrow shaft closely before reaching over a tool box beside him. 

    "One of your idiot friends shot me, that's what happened!" Ghost growled irritably. Winston nodded, he had a pair of scissors in his hand. 

    "That's great, Ghost." Winston said absently as he started cutting off Ghost shirt. 
I felt myself blush. Ghost wasn't in horrible physical shape, in fact he was in great physical shape. 

    "Take a picture, Red! It'll last longer!" Ghost growled, his face was pale with pain and was glistening with sweat. 
I sneered at him, "Gross!" 

    "Red?" I turned to Winston who had finished cutting off the shirt, was now holding up a hand saw. "Can you hold Ghost down, this is probably going to hurt." 
Ghost sat up quickly, "Probably? You've done this before right?" he sounded nervous. 
I reached over and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him back against the pillows.

Winston shrugged, "Sure I have, in video games. This is the first time I've done it in real life, so this should me interesting."
Ghost struggled to sit up, "What!?" I held him down the best I could. 

    "Hold him down!" Winston instructed. c

    "No, let me up, I will do it myself!" Ghost protested, still struggling to get up. 
As a last resort, I placed my knees on his arm, in an attempt to keep him from squirming. 

    "If you don't stop moving, it'll hurt ten times worse." Winston told Ghost; Winston grabbed the arrow shaft and Ghost screamed out in pain. 

   "Son of a bitch!" Screamed Ghost.
Winston started sawing at the shaft of the arrow. That's when the screaming really started. It took a lot of effort to keep Ghost from shooting up and injuring himself more.

    It felt like hours before Winston was able to cut through the shaft of the arrow. But by that time, Ghost had passed out, his face was pale and sweaty, but he was no longer screaming and moving.

    "Okay, lift him up so I can pull the arrow out." Winston said as I helped in sit Ghost up, I watched as Winston was able to pull the arrow out from Ghost's back.

    "Is he going to be okay?" I asked Winston, as I watched him start sewing Ghost up.
Winston shrugged, "I don't know, maybe? I can't really be sure. You can sleep here for tonight is you want to watch him, I won't mind." Winston dipped his hands into a bowl of water before standing up.

   I nodded, I could feel myself already starting to drift off into dreamless sleep.