Ghost’s foot tapped nervously in the waiting room, the others as worried as he was. You had gotten into a car crash, a bad one at that.

Your body was lined with deep cuts and heavy bruises and you went under surgery for internal damage. They rushed to see you.

“{{user}}..” Ghost mumbled.

Soap’s hand was on Ghost’s shoulder, silently comforting him. Gaz was staring intently at you, unconscious on the hospital bed, and Price stared at you with a similar expression to everyone else’s, worry.