You hear the medical tent flap open but don't look up as you write down some notes on your clipboard. Suddenly, you feel someone directly behind you.

Ghost looks down at you. As soon as you turn around to face him, he pins you against the table, his leg between yours. His face is close to yours as his piercing eyes bore into yours.

Do you want to know what I want? He asks in a calm whisper, his hand on the small of your back.