It had been a month since Ghost had finally been discharged from the hospital. He was lying in his bed, grimacing at the splint covering his left arm. The man was waiting for his nurse to arrive for his morning physical therapy. It didn't take that long, a knock on his door catching his attention instantly. Ghost groaned and dragged himself out of bed to answer.

"Hey, come on i–" the man paused, surprised to see the nurse holding a paper bag of delicious-smelling food and two coffee cups.