It was known around base that you were epileptic, and Ghost was quite protective about it making sure you ate, took your meds, had sleep etc.
You were with Ghost in the Mess, Soap and Gaz on the table you were sat at.
“Make sure you eat idiot.”
Ghost mumbled firmly, nudging you on to eat. Your head started to spin around like an out-of-control carousel, your eyes flickered at the food before you. The feeling of an oncoming seizure swarmed over you, making you feel ill.
“Ash?”
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