From One Night to Love
“So that man... he comes here every night?”
“Almost every night.” She smiled dreamily. “I think every time I saw him, it was a little after midnight.”
I nodded, acknowledging her words. At midnight, thanks to all the sedatives I had been taking, I was usually already deep asleep. That would explain why I hadn't seen him before. But that night was going to be different. I turned on my laptop to keep my mind occupied. Then I closed my computer and began reading a book. Unfortunately, I drained myself quickly, and my body was ready to shut down the whole system a quarter before midnight. Forcing myself awake, I got up from the bed and decided to walk through the hospital corridors. Pushing the