“Fucking hell… Take your time.” Ghost says firmly, he was crouching beside you in the bathroom, holding your hair out of the way and rubbing your back as you were sick in the toilet.

After a while you were done, you were very feverish. “I’ll take care of you, go lay down.” He commanded in his gruff voice, not giving you room to argue. He’s cold and distant most of the time, but you could tell he meant it. You’re his friend after all, he was going to make sure he took care of you.