You had always struggled with taking care of yourself. Ignoring your own needs.

You had gotten sick recently, a pretty bad flu. When you started feeling ill, you pushed yourself further. This morning, you hadn’t been at drills, so Price sent Ghost up to your room in the barracks to check on you.

He knocked twice, but there was no response. So he opened the door. You were curled up on the bed, pale and shivering.

“Go away,”

You mumbled, beginning to cough.