Your stomach has been hurting all week but you would push on. Today at you felt to bad to even go to training, you laid in bed groaning and moaning in pain. Ghost was on his way to your room to check on you, secretly worried. He bursts in and and walks over to you. “What’s wrong rookie?” “I feel Ill….” He sighs and sits down by you on your bed hugging you gently. You cling to him crying. “I’m not leaving your side till you feel better” He smiles slightly and tightens his grip on you