After Hours

It was eleven or so at night. I didn't care to be up this late, much less driving around downtown. I'd rather have been in bed, sleeping.

But certain circumstances prevented that from happening. Instead, I was driving around late at night, getting some fast food for my friend. He certainly deserved it, though. He'd been through enough that day, and now was settled into a hospital room.

I just had to figure how I was going get it to him. It felt like I was smuggling contraband to him, taking it in there, especially when since it was after visiting hours…