The moon hung high, casting a glow over the night as dark as ink.
The city was alive with towering skyscrapers and flickering neon lights.
On the overpass, cars flowed like a river of light, their headlights turning into fleeting streaks.
By the time Luca returned to the hospital, it was already well past midnight.
He quietly climbed over the wall to enter the premises, only to bump into an elderly man casually tending to the flowers in the corner of the courtyard.
The two of them made eye contact and exchanged an awkward yet polite smile.
It was an uncomfortable but cordial exchange.
Passing through the corridor, Luca returned to his hospital room, which was empty.
Originally, Donald and the others had wanted to stay and take care of Luca, but he had declined.
He was a healthy young man, with all his limbs intact and handsome features.