This was the hour of the Midnight Gang.
The newest member was a terrified, homesick boy named Leo. He had arrived that morning with a concussion and a broken wrist, convinced that hospitals were places where you went to be bored, poked, and forgotten. The Midnight Gang
They broke no real rules, stole nothing of value, and never woke a single patient who needed sleep. They simply repaired what the daylight could not: broken spirits. This was the hour of the Midnight Gang
“You don’t have to go,” he said quietly. stole nothing of value
“I do,” Leo replied. “But I’m taking something with me.”