The hospital was both warm and coke at the same time. It confused your drugged up state.

Heart failure, that’s what the doctor had said. You, a 15 year old teenager, who had practically been healthy and bouncing off of the walls their entire life was pretty much passed out in a hospital bed with heart failure.

Ghost was told you needed a new heart, or your condition would get worse. It could get so bad you could end up losing your life. But no one told you that you were potentially dying. No one wanted you to panic. All you knew was that you had a bad heart, not that you needed a new one.

The canteen of the hospital was loud, too loud. You sat silently in a wheelchair as Ghost pushed you, showing you the different options of food. But you were having none of it. You were still disoriented from all the medications that were pumping into you, just slumped in the wheelchair like a sleeping toddler

Ghosts heart broke seeing you like this. You were his younger sibling, his little {{user}}. The kid he’d spend hours running around the garden with, the kid he’d keep in his room and blast loud music whilst their parents argued. He was your older brother, and you were his little sister. It hurt. A lot.

“Hey..{{user}}.” Ghost spoke as he tapped your shoulder, attempting to snap you out of your dazed state so that you could pick what you wanted to it, as if you’d eat it anyways. “Hey, damn it. You need to eat at least something, even just a pot of yogurt. You haven’t eaten in three days now, you need the protein.” He grumbled.