Spectra: Are you interested in coming to our football game? I'm reporting on it for school. I'd love to see you!
Porter: not feeling so hot :/ think ill skip this one. 3 u
Spectra: Oh no! I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well. Do you need anything? I can see if I can leave the match…
Porter was typing out his reply when he received another one.
"See you soon. 3" it read.
Porter slumped back miserably. Once his ghoulfriend put her mind to something, there was nothing he could do to stop her.
The ghost curled back into the sea of blankets he surrounded himself with and coughed miserably. The violent movement had knocked loose more ectophlegm and sent the poor ghoul into sneezing fit. He, luckily, caught it in time and was able to catch it in a tissue. He crumpled it and threw it into the growing pile.
Sniffling, he tried to sleep, as there wasn't much else to do but sleep or stay awake and wait for Spectra. Unless…
Porter grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. He could feel his nose start to run with the sudden upright movement and grabbed two tissues stuffing them into his nostrils. Shivering as he floated above the cold floor, the ghost made his way to the blank wall in his room. Summoning his paint cans, he shook them and prepared to create a new masterpiece.
He had outlined the beginning of the piece when the shaking started. He ignored it and began to focus on coloring the art piece. His paint cans began to waver and sway out of control and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. He rolled his eyes and continued.
He wanted to- no, needed to finish this for Spectra. She always loved his art. But that's when the tickling in his nose started.
He leaned back and breathed slow trying to fend off a sneeze attack. Unfortunately it was too little too late and he sneezed several times in succession, sending his tissues flying. The paint cans clattered to the floor, covering it in multicolor pigment.
When he finally stopped, his blanket was covered in paint and his hands were covered in sticky ectophlegm.
Porter groaned and rubbed his hands on the filthy blanket. He covered his face with it shortly after seeing the remains of painting.
"Porter! I'm here! I brought ice screa- Oh dear…" He's engulfed in Spectra almost instantly. The other ghoul removed the blanket and gently felt his forehead. She gasped and gave Porter a concerned look.
"You're shaking like crazy!" She exclaimed and gently nudged him back to the bed. "You were trying to paint in your condition? You should be in bed!"
Porter tried to protest only to be shut down by a glare from his ghoulfriend. He sighed and resigned himself to being tucked back into bed.
"I'm not a kid, Spectra." He grumbled.
She retorted "Well, you are acting like one, not letting your body rest like that." She began to gingerly pick up fallen tissues and put them into the trash can.
"Now," she started "I'm going to go prepare the ice scream." She had started her way out the door Porter protested.
She turned around, looking at him with mild surprise on her face.
"Can- can you stay with me? I mean, just until a little while. I mean I barely get to see you and…" He trailed off as Spectra scooted on to the bed and laid down next to him, wrapping him into a hug.
Porter smiled, took a sniffly deep breath and wrapped his arms around Spectra before closing his eyes.