Ghosts

23-19 *bonus*

(If you get the title and say it first in the comments I'll write whatever bonus chapter scenario you want)

Also I'm pretty sure I'm dying. (I'm being dramatic, but my surgery site is infected and I look like a chipmunk from the swelling and it hurts and I just wanna be taken out. Not like on a date if you get what I'm saying. SO have another bonus fluff chapter because I can't focus on plot right now I'm sorry. ) 

Senna's pov

Song inspo icee pop by Nic D

It was a few days after Christmas and we'd basically been trapped in the house due to the freak snowstorm we got the past few days. Snow was usually rare in the UK due to our maritime climate but never say never I guess. 

We were still on a break from work and I guess since I had been so used to working a normal nine to five in Tokyo I was happy for the time off to do whatever I wanted, however with the weather I wasn't doing much of anything.

Simon seemed a little stir crazy, spending a lot of his time out in the garage working on that bike of his I was convinced would never run. I took down the Christmas decorations Soap had forced on us and at some point we tossed the tree out into the snow covered yard. It was nice to be back to what was normal for us. 

I was sitting on the couch, my feet propped up on the coffee table and my journal in my lap when Ghost came back inside that afternoon. Journaling was something I picked up in Tokyo, and while I still thought it was a cheap version of therapy, I tried to keep up with it. 

Simon sneezed a few times as he shrugged off his jacket and boots and when he came closer I raised my brow at him. 

"You look-" I started but he held a hand up to stop me.

"Don't say it." He warned as he sniffled and shivered a bit from the cold. 

Simon, sick? I didn't think it was possible. 

I closed my journal, tying it closed and setting it on the table before moving to stand and go to where he was. I reached out for his forehead, holding my palm there as he looked at me with denial in his eyes. 

"You're quite warm." I informed him and he shrugged it off, moving away from me to sit on the couch.

"I'm always warm."

"More than usual." I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I'll be fine, really." He lied, he looked miserable and I could see it. Luckily for him I had to take care of someone before and as unlike me as most people would assume it was, I was happy for the normal things Callum had given me in life. Taking care of him when he was sick, movie nights and my obsession with sour gummy worms. 

I didn't say anything else as I moved into the kitchen, getting the kettle on the stove. While I waited for it to warm I returned to him, pulling a blanket off the back the couch and covering him with it as he eyes me up.

"I'm not a child." He huffed though he didn't fight me.

"You're acting like one." I warned. He needed to get better, because I didn't want to be next. 

I was pushing the hair out of his face to feel his forehead again when the kettle whistled from the kitchen.

"I want-" He started but I gave him a flick to the forehead.

"I know how you like it." I said as I returned to the kitchen. I knew men were babies when they were sick but I never imagined Simon to be the type. It was cute, and it wasn't.