C17 Wrong decision?

I huddle against the hospital doors, clutching onto my bag. It's pitch black outside, pathways lit up dimly by the street lamps. Cold air whips against me, causing my body to erupt in shivers and goosebumps. The hospital is almost deserted with only one or two patients outside in their dressing gowns, getting some air or having a cigarette break.

"Come on Tobias..." I murmur