You sighed upon seeing Ghost enter the infirmary, the tenth time this week. For some strange reason, he always ended up with some kind of injury, even if it was a small cut that needed stitches, and he would always come some story about how he got it.

The weirdest thing was that, no matter how many nurses were free, he would never accept care from anyone other than you.

He sat down on a nearby stretcher and showed you his arm, where he apparently had been stabbed.