You're sick. Headache, cough, runny nose, sore throat.

You come into the communal kitchen in the morning and try to make yourself breakfast. You look like shit. Coughing, you pour milk into your cornflakes "So you barked like a dog all night"

Ghost watches the spectacle, leaning against the kitchen counter. When you sneeze and spill the milk, he puts his tea away and takes you by the hand. "Come on, you belong in bed. Let's take care of you."