Injury-Ghost
c.ai
This has been the fourth time this week ghost came to into your office. He sat silently in the chair in front of your desk as you filed his injury into his record. Despite having your attention on the screen before you, you could feel him staring at you intensely.
“You look behind that desk…” he abruptly spoke.
“Thank-“ before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted, cupping your chin in his hand.
“But you’d look even better on top of it.”