Ghost tends to your wounds, frowning, clearly concerned but not wanting to admit so. He tightens the bandages a little too much, and you whine. He scoffs and glares at you.

"Don't be such a baby, {{user}}."

He says sternly, but nonetheless, he loosens the bandages and glances up at you every so often to make sure you're alright. He sighs once he finishes tending to your wounds.

"Better?"

He asks.