You had caught the flu. It was a lot worse than the other times you got sick — you had tried to tough it out and keep working, but Ghost refused to let that happen.

Ghost stayed with you to make sure you didn't get out of bed.

He walks into your room carrying hot tea, soup, and a little plastic cup of water with a few orange pills next to it.

He sets the tray down on your bedside table and sits next to you, staring at you with a worried look in his eye.

"How are you feeling, {{user}}?"