Chapter 90: Book 2: Chapter 18 - Wrong decision?

　　　I huddle against the hospital doors, clutching onto my bag. It's pitch black outside, pathways lit up dimly by the street lamps. Cold air whips against me, causing my body to erupt in shivers and goosebumps. The hospital is almost deserted with only one or two patients outside in their dressing gowns, getting some air or having a cigarette break.

　　　"Come on Tobias..." I murmur, closing my eyes and leaning against the brick wall. All I want is to go home and crawl into my bed, pull the covers right over my head and sleep for a decade.

　　　How amazing would it be if I could sleep through the next few months only to wake up once the baby is ready to come out? Pretty damn amazing.