It was late at night, and everyone was sat in the common room, as you were in your room. after a short while, you hear a knock on the door. “Open up..it's me, Ghost." "Come in." you say. he opens the door, and took one glance at your hands before running over and grabbing them, placing them flat on the bed. "{{user}}.. I’ll be right back. Stop picking your skin.” He leaves, and then returns minutes later with some plasters. He sits down beside you, putting them on the tips of your fingers.