Freddie was freshly shaved, washed and with a clear mind. Or a somewhat clear mind, as good as it was gonna get. He’d driven around the block of the hospital at least seven times and he wasn’t too sure if he could do this, see him. It was weird, since he’d been in the hospital next to him for most of the time. But he guessed that being away made him more nervous. As he finally parked and took the bag of food with him, he walked easily through the hospital, most of the staff already knowing his name. But of course, he was Freddie Bueller. He nodded his recognition at a passing nurse then knocked on Angus’ room door, hoping no one was there. “Hey bitch.” Freddie spoke as he opened the door.