my ghost, where’d you go

natszang:

requested by anonymous

AU in which citizen z hallucinates the reader when he’s sick

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He wakes up hot. The first thing he sees is a blurry face bending down to look at him.
“Get up. You have to get up.” You say, face clearing up.
“What are you doing here?” He murmurs, rolling over, kicking his legs out of the tangled sheets.
“Get up.” You say again.
He throws a hand over his face, and pulls it back when he’s met with skin slick with sweat, warm to the touch. He sits up, and swings his feet over the edge of the bed, toes brushing the concrete floor. He doesn’t bother going for his shoes; he doesn’t plan on getting up.
“Get up.” You say, standing in front of him, hands on your hips.
“I don’t feel good.” He says, wiping the sweat off his brow.
“You have to get up, Simon.”
He tries to lay back down when you grab onto his arm, preventing him from falling back onto the mattress.
His head pounds with dull pain, and all he wants is to curl back up on his side and sleep for hours. 

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