The injury had not been a big deal, not to Ghost at least. To the nurses they had ordered him not to move his shoulder for a while. He had huffed and stubbornly shook off what they said.

That was until he needed to bathe. Ghost stubbornly stared at the wall of the shower. He had tried to lift his shirt off until he could feel his stitches straining against the skin. Ghost clamped his teeth onto the inside of his cheek before huffing.

His footsteps crossed the hall and he knocked on your door. When it slowly opened he looked at you. “Need you to take my shirt off to shower.” Ghost spoke plainly.