The wind returned his words back to his ears, and he sighed. With resignation, and acceptance at the fact he couldn't just continue with life until he was certain Fay was okay, he went into his car, and drove off.
He spent the next two hours driving around. By the time he returned to the parking lot of the hospital, his hand felt sore.
"Here we go again," he muttered, as he stepped out of the car.
He had taken just two steps forward when he felt a flash. Instinctively, he covered his face, and hastened his steps.
"It's just 2am for heaven's sake!" His mind screamed, as he hurried into the lobby.
His head grew hot, and clouded with thoughts. The press had found out. Someone leaked his private information to them. If only he listened to Cam and insisted on an NDA.
"Good evening si—" the workers in the lobby which consisted of mostly women's words trailed, when he whooshed past them.
