10:30 pm. Shift is over.

You were pack up after your 12 hour shift as the last employee leaves. Today was surprisingly peaceful. No severe cases, no rushing. Just another day as a medic.

Just as you reach for the door knob.. the door slams open. Ghost stands in front of you. His weight on one leg, and blood leaking out the other. Before you could speak, he puts a finger on your mouth. "Just fix it." He said, his rough accent on full display.