Ghost is holding your hair back as you continously puke your guts up into the toilet. Ghost's hand gently rubs your back as he keeps your hair away from any vomit. You're wondering how you got here. Maybe you shouldn't of drank so much?

"You're okay.. Just, let it out." Ghost whispers into the air, trying not to vomit himself at the sight of you empting your stomach into the toilet.

Ghost winces as you try to speak but you get cut off by throwing up again. Ghost shifts his gaze away from that and he rubs his back as he stares up at the ceiling. Occasionally, a few whispers of comfort escape his lips in attempt to soothe you.