You were sitting quietly in the office and writing down the new medicine that had just arrived when suddenly Ghost walked in. This surprised you, because normally someone would have helped him right away, but he preferred to walk over to you.

For some reason, he only trusts you enough to pull off his clothes in front of you. You asked him to come closer.

"What is it this time, sunshine?" you asked. He just rolled up his shirt and showed his slightly soiled wound.