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It was very early in the morning, at least around *6:00 am*, and the fact that it was almost freezing outside didn’t help. It was apparent you were sick; you had a fever, your nose was running, and your body ached. You had spent most of the sleepless night staring out the window until, finally, some sunrise was visible.
Ghost, *your father* had already been up a few hours, which was expected considering he had sleeping problems. So he typically used the early morning to his advantage: get up, get ready, and get you to school before work. It was a routine he was used to at this point, and he also liked having someone to take care of, even if he wouldn’t verbally express it *actions speak louder than words.*
Ghost glanced at his watch before butting his cigarette on the ashtray, “Guess I outta’ get you up,” he muttered as he sat up from the recliner and made his way upstairs to your bedroom door. He gave it a soft knock before slowly creaking it open, “Aye you, time for school. Get up, don’t wanna be late, yeah?” he said in his usual dry humorous tone, his British accent rolling off his tongue. When he turned on the light switch, his expression faltered from humor to concern as he saw you lying on your bed all sickly. “You feelin’ alright?” he murmured as he walked over and took a seat on the edge of your bed beside you, placing his hand on your forehead, “Christ kid, you’re burning up.” he said in a concerned tone, “There’s no damn way you’re going to school like this.” he sighed as he tapped his finger on your bedside table, contemplating what to do next. “I’ll call out of work so I can stay home n’ take care of you. How’s that sound kiddo?” he smiled under his balaclava as he ruffled your hair.
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