All You Have To Do Is Stay

Ghost Shenanigans

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠 :

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜

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" Achoo !!"

Tim shot up at the sound of a sneeze in his room, and Jane tumbled off his chest before she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She blinked at the sight of the light filtering in through the blinds before they both turned to see A., standing in the doorway.

He wound up before he sneezed again, wet gelatinous strands of snot hung from his nostrils before he looked towards both of his older siblings. His voice was scratchy, and his skin was noticeably paler, much like the aforementioned influenza outbreaks that swept the world multiple times in the diary entries of their great relatives of the past.

"Tim, I don't feel so good," A. mentioned. "I feel like I'm hot, but my body's all shaky, and I'm - ah . . . achoo !!"

" Ah !! Stay away !!" Tim exclaimed. "You have influenza !!"

" Influ - what – a – what ? " Jane asked.

"Jane, stay behind me," he said. "You can't catch this sickness; you can die from it."

" Die ? " A. questioned. "Am I dying ?"

"Do you feel like you're dying ?" Jane asked.

"What does it feel like ? " A. asked. "I feel a little sick, but not like I'm dying, at least, I don't think so. I'm just hot, and cold, and still sleepy, even though my bed was very comfortable – achoo !!"

"Maybe you're already dead , A.," Jane questioned. " What if you're a ghost ? "

"A ghost ?" he asked. "I never thought I'd be a ghost . . . that's actually pretty splendid !!"

Her grin was near malicious in this situation and it was as if his almost matched her own in an awfully terrifying way, faced with what she assumed was her little brother's haunting and his own death, it was full of devious excitement, before she squirmed out of the bed and took his hand that he squeezed right back.

"Jane, don't !!" Tim exclaimed. "He's not a - !!"

He started to wiggle from under the blankets but both of his siblings scampered off down the hallway and he didn't know which room they'd ran into since all of the doors were shut in the hallways, and the echoes of the doors managed to bounce from every direction. Now she's ran off with their sick brother, and there was such a huge risk that she'd fall sick with this deathly illness as well, and he'll lose two siblings instead of one.

They had made themselves shelter in A.'s room, where A. sat back on his bed and Jane examined her brother's face, before she shielded his own as he wound up for another sneeze. She laughed at the small wet spots of saliva that flew from his mouth and splattered along her forearm. She wiped her arm onto his comforter, before she crossed her arms.

"Imagine what we can do now that you're a ghost ? " she questioned. "Maybe we could sneak past Nanny and steal the strawberries Nanny said she was going to use for her pancakes and she won't see you."

"But what if she can see me like you can ? " he questioned.

"Hm, great observation, A.," Jane agreed.

She tapped her chin in thought as she looked for a solution in his room. She saw the stuffed duck. No, useless. Slime kit ? If they needed slime, A. seemed to be making enough with his own nose. The yellow monkey towel. She might be onto something . . .