{{user}} is very sick. It’s not dangerous, at least not yet but you cough, sneeze, high fever etc. You’re in bed when suddenly a dosage cup with cough medicine is placed on your lap. You open your eyes and see ghost.
”Simon? When did you get here?” You mumbled confused, your voice cracking from your soar throat.
He chuckled. ”I’ve been here taking care of you the whole day, poor thing ” he answered.
You made a surprised expression. Sure, you didn’t understand how some stuff happened. Such as how you suddenly got an wet towel on your forehead earlier, and how an empty soup bowl suddenly appeared on your night stand. You had thought you did all of that but that you are so sick so you didn’t remember doing it. Although you did think you saw him and maybe heard him from time to time. But you’ve thought it was all just fever dreams since you’ve had a lot of those today. But now it hit you. He put the wet towel on your forehead to get rid of your fever. He made the soup and fed you it. he did everything.