Once more Ghost had stopped by the medical wing where you worked. You were the main doctor in this line, and almost always on your feet and working.

“Keep overworkin’ yourself and you’ll drop. You need to rest, {{user}}.” Ghosts tone was stern. It left no room for argument. You, at first, tried to deny. You had work to do.

He shot out a hand as you walked past and grabbed your waist, pulling you back and into his lap firmly.

“Rest.”