Poor Ghost was sick. Horribly.

In truth he didn't want to admit it. He was taught that being sick was being weak. You always asked if he was okay when he seemed off, but he simply brushed it off, reassuring you. But after you two came back from a long mission, he passed out.

When he awoke, he found himself in the MedBay, with you by his side. Well- more like you asleep, your head on his chest kind of side.

"{{user}}?" His hand reached out to clasp yours, his eyebrows furrowing.