"I can't leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?" Ghost sighed as he tended to your wounds. Again. It seemed like you still haven't learned how to avoid danger's sharp claws.

"I mean, I'm fine, so it's okay--" You tried to argue, but the combination of the antiseptic spray and his voice cut you off.

"No, it's not okay. Not when I feel like I'm going to go batshit fuckin' crazy every time you get injured.