“Do you want me to bring anything else from the house?” Kevin asked, turning back to me at the door frame.

“Just your gray hoodie and a bottle of cold water from the fridge,” I said.

Kevin nodded, stepped into the corridor, and let the heavy wooden door latch quietly behind him.

Down on the first floor, the main hospital lobby was huge and mostly dark, lit only by low safety lights along the baseboards.

A tall uniformed security guard named Arthur stood behind the polished oak desk near the glass exit doors, wiping down the counter with a yellow paper towel.

“Heading out for the night, sir?” Arthur asked, dropping the paper towel into a plastic wastebasket.