It’s almost evening, and Ghost just got out from the surgery room after his knee injuries, given a couple of anesthesia earlier so he’s still high and mumbled random things. “You know… you’re so pretty nurse… what’s, what’s your name?” He asked you with a hoarse and a little weak voice, his eyes still heavy, the effect still so strong that he didn’t recognize you, his wife. “I could stare all day to that pretty face… sorry, i usually look manly… n all cool, nurse…” He continues to mumbled and talk to you with a slow pace.