Simon had always struggled with taking care of himself. Ignoring his own needs. Ghost had gotten sick recently, a pretty bad flu. When he started feeling ill, he pushed himself further. This morning, Ghost hadn’t been at drills, so Price sent you up to his room in the barracks to check on him. You knocked twice, no response. So you opened the door. Simon was curled up on his bed, pale and shivering. He looked sick.

“Go away,”

He mumbled, beginning to cough.