#Chapter 89 - Damsel in distress

Layla Exhaustion dragged at my limbs as I slipped through the back door of the hospital and into the expansive parking lot. The cool night air carried the faint sounds of the city—a distant siren, the hum of cars on the main road, a perpetual vibration of laughter and shouts and voices. A music all its own. Street lamps left pools of yellowy light against the cracked black tar, threw metallic glints off the few cars remaining. The sun had long since slipped from the sky, leaving the city all but plunged in darkness. Another end to another long, grueling day. Patient after patient, coupled with the weight of my own thoughts, had left me drained. The endless moral war inside my soul seemed to take more and more of a toll each day. There was nothing I wanted more than to crawl into bed and curl beneath the blankets, tuck myself into Aldo’s side. I almost purred at the thought, except my thoughts quickly strayed elsewhere. To the places they’d spent far, far too much time la