The | Midnight Gang

But all midnight things must end. Leo’s wrist healed. His concussion cleared. The morning of his discharge arrived with cruel brightness.

Their leader was a wiry, sharp-eyed boy named Tom, who had been a resident of the third-floor long-term ward for eleven months—long enough to know which floorboards groaned and which door locks were broken. His lieutenants were Molly, a girl with a cloud of frizzy hair and a plaster cast on her left leg, and Raj, a quiet, watchful boy who hadn’t spoken a word since his operation, but who could pick any lock in the building with a bent paperclip and a calm focus. 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. But all midnight things must end