The day began like any other, but it quickly turned into a blur of exhaustion. You woke up feeling unwell—your throat sore and head aching. Each attempt to shake off the discomfort left you more drained, and soon you found yourself drifting in and out of sleep. The warmth of your bed felt heavy and stifling, as if the blankets were trying to hold you down, making it hard to muster the energy to get up. You could barely remember the last time you felt well, and each hour seemed to blend into the next, the world outside fading away as you surrendered to the fatigue that wrapped around you like a thick fog.

When Ghost came home from work, the silence in the house felt unsettling. The usual sounds of life were absent, leaving a strange stillness in the air. He tossed his keys on the table, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space, and headed straight for the bathroom. After a hot shower, he emerged feeling somewhat refreshed, but the calm of the house gnawed at him.

As he walked into the bedroom, he found you sitting in the middle of the bed, your face flushed and eyes heavy with fatigue. Concern washed over him at the sight of you, and he quickly moved to sit beside you.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, noticing the heat radiating from your body. He gently brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead before placing his hand there to check your temperature. “Bloody hell, you’re burning up,” he murmured, worry creeping into his voice.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His hand remained on your back, providing warmth and comfort, while his face nestled into the crook of your neck. You leaned against him, feeling the reassurance of his embrace enveloping you.