Lydia's POV

　　Several hours have passed. My anxiety is up the roof until the surgeon walks out of the operation theatre. He sees me and the cops waiting outside, blinking a couple of times.

　　"Are you related to the patient?" The doctor asks, his voice gruff and old.

　　"I am his friend, Lydia White. I know he's a famous person, and you'd believe me to be his obsessed fan or such—" As I try to explain myself and avoid any misinterpretation, the doctor ...