CHAPTER 48: Pretentious

  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 quickly cuts me off while taking his gloves off.

  "Ms. White, there are no celebrities with a status that need special treatment. Everyone is a patient for me. So let's discuss his health, shall we? And by the way, he's made it through the surgery safely. We've patched him up and he's recovering like a champ." The old doctor speaks as my eyes go wide at every sentence. I didn't know I could feel so many emotions at this range until I heard him!

  "Thank you...thank you, doctor!" I held his hand and shook it quite vigorously.