#ghost chain

It was late at night, but not late for cardinal Primo who’d been up since 4 am and had been working until 1am the next day. His head was pounding and he felt ill but brushed it off, after all, work still had to be done.

Chain had been looking for his Cardinal for half an hour, stumbling across his room and hearing upset grumbling from inside. He ever so slightly opened the door and saw Primo hunched over his desk, head in his hands and papers everywhere.

“Primo…?” Chain approached Primo like a rescuer to a wounded animal, speaking quietly. Primo looked up, looking almost shameful of his current state.

“What Chain? I’m trying to work.” Primo looked back at his papers, knocking over his ink with a frustrated whine on accident and muttering a curse.

“Are you sick? You look pale, more pale than normal and you’re so sweaty…” Chain took a few more steps forward, placing his hand on Primos forehead and wincing. “Oh my Satanas…Primo- you should be resting…”

Primo huffed and rolled his eyes, “Chain, you know work must be done…I cannot just not do it.” Primo stood up from his chair, stumbling and reaching for his head once again.

“Primo enough, bed. Now.” Chain took primos arm to steady him.

“I said I’m fine, I don’t- I don’t need to be babysat…” Primo started swaying, after just a moment he gave into Chains grasp. Chain led him to sit on his bed. Primo relaxed slightly but was wearing his thick formal cardinal attire which was only making everything worse. Chin wandered over to Primos dresser and found a tank top and shorts.

“Here, put these on, I’ll be right back,” Chain said as he left to get some more things from Primos bathroom. When Chain came back Primos was changed and laid out on his bed, his hair a mess. Chain layed a cold wash cloth on Primos forehead, taking his temperature. “Satanas…Primo, think you can take some medicine for me?” Chain asked, Primo nodded. Chain got Primo to take the medicine without a protest.

“Chain-…Can…guhh…can you braid my hair..?” Primo seemed disappointed that he didn’t think he could do it himself but Chain just softly smiled.

“Of course Primo…” Chain took a brush off of primos night stand and began braiding his long blonde hair into a long neat braid. “There you go Primo…”

“Thank you…” Primo muttered, beginning to fall asleep.