Five
He bids me farewell with a light brush of his lips, and I’m left alone.
I run my hands over my arms, trying to chase away the raw cold of midnight. It’s like a ghost hospital; the hallway remains deserted, not a soul in sight.
Once again, I hear those uneven footsteps, making my heart clench.
From the edge of the hallway, a young man approaches. He’s tall and solidly built, wearing a nurse intern coat. His messy brown hair falls over his forehead, and he carries something in his hands.