Who: Dr. Lincoln Campbell, Grant Ward (visage), and OPEN Where: Outside a cafe When: Today. Around noon. What: His ghostly visitor finally convinced him to leave the hospital Rating/Warning: Uh... Grant Ward is his own warning? Status: Open/Ongoing
"I think I need to make a few calls..." Lincoln said, eyes on his phone instead of the sandwich and drink sitting in front of him. "I think you need to stop and eat something. Maybe go home and sleep." The dark haired ghost of a man, casually leaning against the wall next to him sighed. Lincoln smiled at that and turned to look up at the other. "I'll sleep when-" He was cut off by a ghostly hand being placed over his mouth. It did nothing to stop him from speaking really. The other man wasn't really there. While he seemed stable enough to lean against things and sit down and be seen by other people, he couldn't really interact with objects. Lincoln played along though. He shut up when a hand was placed over his mouth. "Don't even. If I remember correctly, you're already dead. We both are."
The doctor lets out a sigh at the point and, finally picks up his sandwich. He's sort of been running on caffeine and adrenaline though he did manage to get some sleep. Passing out on a hospital bed for an hour or two really isn't much but, at least, no one had to worry about losing him to sleep deprivation. He chews and swallows before turning his attention back to his visitor. "I'm just saying. One definitely needs rehab and I'm not sure we have those resources to just..." He stopped when he saw the look he was being given. "You want to throw something at me right now, don't you?" He asked. His partner just sighed. "Honestly, I'm sort of wishing my men had managed to dissect you while we had a chance. Then, maybe, Kara wouldn't have managed to drag you home to me." This time Lincoln gave him a look. "Rude. You don't mean that, Grant. You love me. Deep down you're glad I chose you and Kara over SHIELD and Daisy."
Grant said nothing, falling silent as he carefully watched the people coming and going around them. His eyes narrowed at anyone who got too close to the table but he was harmless like this and that, more than anything, was driving him crazy.