The Midnight Gang -

Mr. Pemberton closed his eyes. For the first time in years, he smiled.

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

The next morning, Leo walked out of St. Willow’s with his father, a clean bill of health, and a small, tattered notebook hidden in his coat pocket. In it, in wobbly handwriting, were the rules of the Midnight Gang and a list of unfinished wishes. But all midnight things must end

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. The morning of his discharge arrived with cruel brightness

“I do,” Leo replied. “But I’m taking something with me.”

When they returned him to his pillow and crept back to their own beds, Leo felt something he hadn’t felt since the accident: a warm, electric spark in his chest. Not magic, exactly. But close.