If he would have known that studying medice would end up being such a pain, Mitchell would never have started it. But he had volunteered, had been determined to do something good and what better than to heal people? He just hadn't expected that learning that he suddenly had to brush up on modern day chemistry and biology, learn the definitions Atrial Fibrillation and the function of neurotransmitters. The ghost had caused himself more than ones. He could have just stuck to looking after the dead with Alex.
Femur, Tibia and Fi-something, Mitchell wandered aimlessly through the hospital, memorising the major bones in his head. He wouldn't bother with the smaller ones. Who cared? He could always go 'that one' if he needed to. He just wanted a decent chance to understand all the smart talk without asking questions every second word. "Fi - fa - fib - i - fabi? Ah, fuck!" he cursed half-heartedly. He flipped open the text book he had found in one of the offices. A piece of paper still marked the right page. "Fibula, there we go." He slapped the page softly before shutting the book once again. He looked up and took in the place where he was in for the first time. And who he was standing in front.
"Annie, uh, hi," the ghost said, his mouth going dry. This was just a bit awkward.