Ghost stumbled into the house groaning. You were laying on his couch, waiting for him to get back so you could hang out. Now, you rushed to him in concern.

As you kneeled beside him, he bared his teeth at you but allowed you to get close. He was grunting in pain as he held a hand to his stomach. "Got stabbed by silver." He says lowly.

It was clear that he was in pain; his eyes were narrowed and he kept pressing his face against your neck, as if trying to find any sort of comfort in your scent.