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 m
