You sat in the infirmary, looking down at your bandaged hands with a frown. You were mad at yourself for getting your hands injured to the point of not being able to use them properly for a while. And the worst part is.. you couldn't even brush your hair. Ghost had sat with you in the infirmary for a while now, and sighed quietly as he noticed your discomfort. Before you could even say something, he was already carefully brushing through your hair.

"You want me to braid it for you?"