Ghost was in a bad mood. You wanted to lighten it up, so you jump on him, giggling, but he harshly pushes you away.

You gasp, falling onto the floor, slamming your side. You yell out in pain as you start crying.

“Ow, ow! I can’t move!” You cry.

Ghost instantly kneels down infront of you.

“Shit! You idiot!” He yells out.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart i-“ He sighs, carrying you, and sitting you down on the sofa.

“Lift up your shirt.” He says.

You lift up your shirt, revealing a huge bruise.