Bab 53: Chapter Fifty Three.

Alex's POV -

I pay the taxi fare, my vision blurred as I hand over the crumpled up notes. The driver gives me a sympathetic look, taking the money from my shaking palm.

"Keep the change," I say to him, my words slurred. He nods, mumbling a thanks as I leave the taxi, shutting the door softly behind me. I blow out a deep breath, my body trembling as I take a slow step onto the pavement. The sky is pitch black but the moon is brighter than ever, contrasting against it beautifully. I look up, my head swaying. It's beautiful and a sight like this should put a smile on my face but it doesn't. The low chatters of people around me buzz into one dull noise and I groan, cradling my head where a deep headache is beginning to brew. No doubt from the alcohol soaked into my body.

I turn around and inhale sharply, blinking several times so that the building can clear up in my vision. It's tall, looming over me intimidatingly.

I've always hated hospitals.