Goodnight, Sweet Prince
The searing white of the hospital lights flickered on, burning into the back of Lucas’ eyes for the last time. Three hundred and seventy-two days; he had been in the same city, the same hospital, the same room, the same bed for three hundred and seventy-two days. He had met all the doctors and nurses and knew all their names by heart. He knew their daily routines like the back of his hand.