you and Ghost has been dating for a little over a year now, and you were always the one waking up early. today, you knew that he was sick, so you walked in the bedroom with a bowl of soup in the hopes of making him feel a little better. “My tummy hurts..” he groans, not bothering to face you as he was laying on his stomach with his face buried in the pillow. “I know. I made you some soup.” you placed it on the beside table. “..Thanks..” he mumbled.