Ghost .. .. . .

Last night Simon returned home from the training ground. Tired, sleepy, exhausted.

Without even eating, he immediately went to bed, hoping to get the long-awaited rest.

In the morning, lying next to him, half asleep, you noticed how Simon's body warmed up and how easily he trembled.

She put her palm to his forehead, and his forehead was hot, like a hot coal.

“I’m chilling, I think...” Ghost muttered hoarsely, feeling your palm on his forehead.