The Gravedigger's Brawl (20 page)

“Look, I'm not really concerned with the why,” Caleb said. “Will he get better?”

“As soon as the swelling goes down, the hallucinations should stop if that is the cause,” the doctor said with a shrug. “If it's not . . .”

“Well, can you . . . drain the swelling or something?” Caleb asked.

The doctor shook his head. “You're talking brain surgery for a problem that could be easily solved with patience. A few days, he could be back to normal. Unless it's a psychological issue, of course. But I don't recommend taking steps until his head has had a chance to heal, and that includes medication. Until then, stay with him, make him feel safe.”

Wyatt sighed and thanked the doctor as Caleb turned away, muttering.

“Caleb,” Wyatt whispered.

“Ash is not going to accept that,” Caleb said. “Hell, I'm not sure
I
accept that.”

Wyatt frowned and pressed his lips together, then looked at the curtain and back to Caleb again. “What if we do a . . . an exorcism or something?”

“What?”

“I could research the property some more, bring him more information—”

Caleb shook his head. “That can't end well.”

“We've got one of those paranormal investigator teams working with our exhibit. We can tell them what's going on, ask them to come help.”

Caleb stared at him for a few moments, then glanced at the curtain. “If he's seeing things, it won't do any good,” he whispered. “But if it really is a ghost after him, it can't hurt.” Wyatt nodded. “Okay. You and Noah go and contact these people. Ryan and I will watch over him.”

Wyatt hesitated. Caleb snorted. “He's a big boy, Wyatt. He'll be okay.”

Wyatt felt himself blushing, and nodded. “I'll be at his place tonight to help out.” He stepped into the little curtained room and peered at Ash's peaceful face. He appeared to be sleeping. Wyatt bent closer and kissed his cheek.

“Can we go now?” Ash asked.

“Soon. They're going to keep you for a little bit longer, then Caleb's going to take you home.”

Ash opened his eyes and met Wyatt's without moving. “You leaving?”

Wyatt smiled down at him. “I'm going to get my laptop so I can do some work while I'm at your place.”

“Work?”

After a moment's thought, Wyatt said, “I want to see just who this guy is that's following you.”

Ash looked away before meeting Wyatt's eyes again. “You don't believe me, do you?”

Wyatt just smiled, unable to bring himself to lie. “I . . . I just need some more research before I can believe anything.”

Ash snorted. “Museum set.”

Wyatt's heart twisted at the relieved expression on Ash's face, and he bent and kissed him. He did believe Ash was seeing something. He just didn't believe in ghosts.

He left the room, nodding to Caleb as he made his way to the outer waiting room. When he got there, Noah and Ryan both stood expectantly.

Wyatt nodded at Ryan. “You can go back there.”

“Ha! Seniority, bitch,” Ryan said to Noah as he sauntered toward the door.

“Asshole,” Noah grumbled.

“Come on,” Wyatt said. “We have some work to do.”

Noah crossed his arms and said for the third time, “I don't like this, not one bit. I don't have many morals, but the ones I do have are not happy.”

“Spare me the lecture, okay?” Wyatt sighed as he flipped through the ancient microfiche.

“You should be back there with Ash trying to convince him he can't see dead people, not here searching stuff to feed his delusions,” Noah said. “Christ, that sounded weird. And what if they're not delusions? What if he's really seeing ghosts?”

“Noah!”

“What?”

“I don't really believe in ghosts, but I believe he's seeing
something
, okay?”

“There's no scientific evidence that disproves paranormal—”

“Oh God, stop.”

Noah narrowed his eyes at Wyatt. “Weird. I'm getting the ‘I'm going to kick your ass' vibe off you now.”

Wyatt laughed and ran his hands through his hair. “I don't know what I believe. I do know that I'm more open to accepting something paranormal than I was a week ago. I know he's really seeing this stuff. I just don't know if it's really
happening
.”

“Fair enough. We also need to consider that it's a real-life dude just stalking Ash's pretty ass.”

“I'd rather it be a ghost.”

“Me too.”

“All I know is, he was terrified when I picked him up,” Wyatt said. “He can't go on like that for days while the swelling goes down; we've got to do something to help him sooner. Even if it does involve ghosts and Wiccan witch doctors or— whoa.”

“What?”

“Look, it's another one.” Wyatt pointed at the screen, and Noah came closer as Wyatt found the larger picture of the article he'd stumbled over. He rolled it up on the screen and they both read it. The picture of the dead man was eerily similar to the other two, even down to the sheet spread under the body.

“Nineteen-forty-nine,” Noah said. “The others were, what, '23 and '76?”

“Nineteen-twenty-four, I think, yeah.” Wyatt frowned, disturbed. He knew Noah was running through calculations in his head.

“No discernible pattern on the surface of it,” Noah finally said. “Just guys that look alike.”

“We need to find the Fossors. They built the house. And we need to find out what the hell was there before they were.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Noah asked.

“What?”

“You are, aren't you?” Noah stood back up and looked down at Wyatt. “You've found something that
interests
you and you're really sinking your fangs in.”

“Ash is what
interests
me,” Wyatt said as he stood to face him. “And I resent the fact that—”

Noah laughed. “No, you don't.”

Wyatt glared at him for a moment, and then looked away with a sigh. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Yes, I know,” Noah said as he put his arm around his shoulders. “But listen, if I'm going to be helping you do this shit, I'm going to need some assurances.”

Wyatt looked at the hand Noah had put on his shoulder. “What sort of assurances?”

“First, that if this goes tits up, you take all the blame.”

“Oh hell, no. If I go down, you're going with me.”

Noah removed his hand. “I'm serious, Wyatt. I won't lose a friend over this. You think about that before you go pretending that you're buying into all this ghost stuff.”

“I'm not pretending,” Wyatt insisted. “I . . . I'm skeptical. But I'm willing to keep an open mind, because—”

“Because Ash is an incredible lay.”

Wyatt frowned at him.

“I say we nix the ghost thing and just don't leave him alone for a while,” Noah said. “I'm serious, I don't like messing with this shit.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yes! It freaks me out, okay?”

Wyatt laughed. “Noah! You have a black belt!”

“What good does that do against ghosts and hobgoblins? Just because I can kick your ass doesn't mean I'm not tender.”

“Please.” Wyatt's eyes fell on the grainy news photo, and he sighed. “You've got to admit there's something weird there.”

Noah nodded. “I do. What I don't understand is why you do. You're obsessing about this.”

“It's just so odd. Call it academic curiosity.”

“Whatever you say, boss, but I want to go soon.” Noah glanced around the archives. “I'm allergic to spooky basement-type places at night.”

“Yeah, yeah. What do they call a collective of ghosts?”

“I don't know. What?”

“A fraid.”

Noah barked a laugh and slapped a hand over his mouth like he thought he should be ashamed for laughing. “Touché,” he said as they settled back down to dig into the archives.

Ryan was stretched out beside Ash on his own bed, reading a motorcycle magazine as Ash stared at him listlessly. Caleb was in the other room, cooking something that smelled wonderful but made Ash's stomach protest.

“I hate you a little bit right now,” Ash said to Ryan, who nodded and flipped a page without looking up.

Neither of them moved when Wyatt and Noah arrived at his condo. Both men had their arms full of documents and books. Ryan stayed in the bedroom as the other three settled in the kitchen. Ash could hear them discussing something. He suspected he should care what they were saying, but right now, nothing mattered.

Wyatt stuck his head in the bedroom and smiled when he saw Ash lying there awake. “Hey.”

Ryan closed his magazine and gently bopped Ash on the shoulder with it as he got out of bed. Ash didn't even have the reflexes to shut his eyes when the magazine touched him. He blinked at Wyatt and then focused his attention back on the sheets in front of him.

“Gave you a little medication, huh?” Wyatt asked as he walked over to the bed.

“Ghostbusting pills,” Ash murmured. “That's what the doctor said. Like I was an idiot and didn't know he didn't believe me.”

Wyatt's brow furrowed and he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and ran his fingers through Ash's spiked hair. “You need a shower. Make you feel better. And smell better.”

“Am I crazy?” Ash asked. “Am I delusional or . . . is this really just in my head?”

Wyatt licked his lips and hesitated.

“I felt that man grab me,” Ash said. He reached for his arm and rolled up the sleeve of his T-shirt. Wyatt peered closer at a set of bruises on Ash's bicep. “There's more on the other arm.”

Wyatt swallowed and reached out to place his fingers over the shallow bruises. “I grabbed you there,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “Remember?”

Ash let his eyes travel down to Wyatt's hand where it still lay on his arm. “Yeah,” he said, his brow furrowing. It was confusing, all the facts and memories jumbled in his mind. Like trying to put together a puzzle through a blindfold of gauze.

For the first time since he'd seen that face in the mirror, he began to doubt what he had witnessed with his own eyes. Could he have just imagined everything? He'd never been hit in the head so hard before, and it wasn't the only knock to the head he'd had in the last two weeks. Was it possible that he was just suffering from some weird concussion symptoms?

He closed his eyes and sighed. Wyatt bent over him and pressed his lips to Ash's temple as his arms slid around him.

“I feel so lost,” Ash whispered. He stopped short as he realized what he'd just said.
I seek the lost
. A shiver of panic ran through him, halted by Wyatt's arms around him. “That's what he told me, Wyatt.”

“Who?”

“The top hat. He said he sought the lost. Is that why he's after me?”

“No, Ash. No,” Wyatt murmured against his temple as he tightened his hold. “You're not alone. You're not lost. We're all here with you. I'm here with you.”

Ash nodded and met Wyatt's clear blue eyes. They were so very different from the luminescent blue that haunted his dreams.

Wyatt ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at him. Ash caught his breath just before Wyatt bent to press a kiss to his lips. It wasn't heated or lustful like the others had been. There was something sweet and comforting about it, something that felt safe and familiar. Warmth stole through Ash's body, and he hugged Wyatt's neck and tugged him down to lay with him.

“I'm here,” Wyatt whispered against his lips.

“Thank you, Wyatt,” Ash said. He closed his eyes and let Wyatt's presence chase away the doubts.

Caleb came to check on them a short time later. He cleared his throat from the doorway. Wyatt raised his head and Ash forced his eyes open to look.

“Need anything?” Caleb asked.