"Two-twenty three....two-twenty five..." I counted the address numbers as I walked until I was standing in front the hospital. I blinked, confused. This couldn't be it.
The building in front of me looked like any run down house on the street. Old red-brick, with vines growing carelessly and lazily up the isdes and front. The lawn was slightly overgrown, and one window had a hole in the bottom corner, reminding me of the time I'd accidentally thrown a baseball through the window of our packhouse. The roof was in bad shape, desperatly in need of repair, and the stone porch and steps were absurdly cracked and chipped. It was a wonder nobody had an injury just trying to walk up to the door.
Mindful of this, I tread carefully, knocking on a worn brown door that had the paint peeling away. Eve
