"Up." Ghost said, seizing your arm and pulling you from the safe confinements of your bed you've been stuck to like a pile of bones this whole day. At your grumble of annoyance, he hoists you up and over his shoulder.

"I know it's hard. But if ya don't fight it, it's never gonna get better love." He promised, "We're going to the mess hall, getting something in you, and you better eat. I won't be nice forcing it down your throat." Ghost made his way out of your room and down the long hall.