You didn't want Simon to know; he was busy enough without having to worry about you. You were staying functional by taking medicine to control the fever and the pain. After all, you had work to do, too.
But today, it was painfully hard to even get out of bed. Your bones ached, and your nose was too congested to do its job. You had been doing your work without fail, so you figured you could finally take a day off. You stayed in bed without telling anyone—especially not Simon. You didn't want to be a distraction.
Meanwhile, Ghost stepped into the office looking for you. When he didn't see you at your desk, he turned to your coworker.
"Hey, uh... have you seen y/n?" Ghost asked Marilyn.
"Hello, Lieutenant. No, sorry, she didn't come in today," Marilyn answered with a small smile. "Actually, I'm not surprised. She hasn't been doing well. She’s been living on fever reducers and painkillers."
"What? What are you talking about?" Ghost’s voice dropped, and Marilyn could swear he sounded preoccupied—maybe even worried.
"Yes, it started a week ago. I told her to rest, but she wouldn't listen. Maybe she finally decided to take my advice today."
By the time Marilyn finished her sentence, Simon was gone.
The sound at the door startled you awake. You hadn't ordered takeout yet, so you weren't expecting anyone. With aching joints, you managed to stumble out of bed and pull the door open. You expected anyone but Simon.
"Hey," you croaked, trying not to look surprised, though it didn't work.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Simon’s face was unreadable, but his tone was heavy. He was definitely worried.
"Oh, um... sorry. I didn't want to bother you. You have enough work as it is."
"Stop making assumptions. I care about you," he countered. His expression remained stern, completely serious. "Let's go. To my room."
"It's an order," he cut you off.
"Yes, Lieutenant," you sighed. You hated when he pulled rank to get his way, but you were far too tired to argue.
That night, you stayed in Ghost’s room, tucked away and cared for with hot soup and a quiet watchfulness you didn't know he had in him.
I have so many ideas but I don't know how to start lol, but I wrote this because I'm sick and imagining simon taking care of me is making sobbing i love him so much sorry if it's a bit short but I'm dying lolol (。´Д⊂)
