It had been a few months since the ghost face attacks and you were reeling from the effects of it. It was almost impossible to get out of bed, let alone taking care of yourself. Your boyfriend had been so helpful and patient about it. As you were silently laying down he was standing next to the bed stroking your hair. “Hey cmon, let’s try getting up and eating something okay? I know you don’t want to but it’ll be good for you I promise.” He whispers to you, trying to coax you out of bed.