Rosinante watched the young girl's sleeping form as he stood guard at the door. She was a curious creature, the fact that she could see him was interesting enough. Within a day, she had him following her. I'm just interested,he kept telling himself, at least it is much better than roaming mindlessly among the living, eventually ,I'll tire of her and leave ,but he knew there was more to that. The very fact she had white sores covering her body, exactly like Law, he knew he wouldn't abandon her, he wouldhelp cure her ,and he knew only one way. Law. He quietly watched the tendrils of her power weave and wind around her.
Suddenly,the tendrils turned bright red and started whipping around madly .She started coughing and wheezing, her eyes still closed with sleep. Rosin felt an icy claw grip his heart. The infection has spread to her lungs already? At her sleeping state, her lungs won't work properly ,got to wake her up!
He cursed loudly as he rushed over and quickly thrust his arms into her chest. As a ghost, he can't touch or talk to the ordinary people,but he has ghost touch. Depending on the intensity,it can feel like a freezing finger running down your spine,or cause instant frostbite. Rosinante set a middling temperature and shocked the girl. Her body immediately reacted, her eyes snapped open and she shot up as adrenaline coursed through her veins,forcing her heart to thump faster, giving her lungs the extra energy to over-come the infection. The tendrils slowed their writhing, changing to a calmer shade of blue.
Rosinante pulled his arms out of her and sat on the floor, drained from the effort of forcing his soul to interact with hers. Thank God i woke her up in time. Before his soul shut itself down to recover the lost energy he spent, he watched the girl pick up his soul and place him on the bed,before curling up beside him ,sharing her energy with him to hasten his recovery, and fell into her waking dreams.