Outside, I could hear a commotion in the hallway.
Reporters had swarmed into the hospital, demanding an interview with the head of the emergency department.
Nurses and doctors yelled at them, trying to prevent anyone from taking photos.
Robert stepped out of his office, trying to restore order.
He claimed to be the one in the video, but it didn't help.
The hospital head arrived, rushing over to deal with the situation, but nobody was listening to him either.
Under public pressure, the hospital threw one of its own under the bus—the woman who had taken my emergency call.
She broke down, sobbing as she explained that Zayne had used her.
She claimed it was just a mistake on her part.
Then the hospital head called Zayne.
He was ordered to show up within half an hour.
Robert came into my room, worried that the reporters might get to me. He advised me to stay put, promising they'd handle everything since it was their fault.
I barely nodded when the door burst open, and there was Zayne, kicking his way in.
He stormed past Robert, his face twisted in fury.