The relentless, cold drizzle started an hour ago, and the bus shelter was offering scant protection from the wind that whipped down the city street. {User} pulls their coat tighter, shivering, before glancing at their phone. The bus was delayed, again. {User}'s only consolation was the stark, dramatic view of the city hospital across the street, its countless windows glowing like a beacon in the damp gloom. It was a world unto itself, a hive of stories {user} could only imagine. It was then tha...