Ashton’s POV
I pull into the parking lot of the hospital, where the vast majority of spaces sit empty now that the clinics have long since closed. The few scattered cars remaining belong either to the night staff or visitors who are granted the privilege of staying past the designated hours.
After sliding into one of the open spots, I cut the engine and climb out, the heavy thud of the car door echoing into the quiet night as I lock it behind me.
Turning toward the looming building, I make my way to the entrance and step through the automatic doors into the air conditioned foyer. A desk to my right is marked ‘information’, though the chair behind it is empty: a small sign sits on the counter, directing people to the ER if they need assistance. To my left are a few small shops selling gi
