“Shane… there’s press outside…” Ed said to me, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “A lot?” I asked him and he nodded. I looked down at my shirt and thought I couldn’t go out like this. Ed opened his leather bag and gave me a clean white shirt, Folder neatly. I don’t know how he managed to have a shirt in his bag but knowing Ed, he would probably have shirts placed around him.

I braced my self and dealt with the documentation of Lily’s death and took a damn while. I had to explain it all over again and I felt like punching the ass in front of me. I signed everything and made the bill of both surgeries and Carmen stay at the hotel goes to my account. I talked to Carmen’s doctor before I left and made him sure that no matter what, I want Carmen walking and living her life again. I wanted her to know that her daughter is gone. I wanted her to feel the pain that I am feeling. Either way I guess I was selfish but I really couldn’t give a damn.

Ed composed himself and was ready to tell the press to beck off. I knew I had to give them something. The three of us walked out of the hospital and I see more or less of dozens of local and international TV stations reporters with their station logos on their microphones. I looked back at Alice and I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t smile but I gave her a look.

Once I hit the gravelly concrete the reporters comes rushing to us. Ed did what he does best, answering their questions for me. I hear them calling out my last name and paid no attention. I looked at Alice again and saw how uncomfortable she was. There were all sorts of questions coming from them. One lady asked me if I was together with Alice as she sees us holding hands and I wanted to punch her face too. She kept asking me that fucking question and I stopped. Ed and Alice stopped and looked at me. The reporters stopped talking and were waiting for me to say something. I looked at the reporter that kept asking me that personal question and I knew she was a bit scared. “Yes, I am with her… my daughter has passed away and Carmen Morales… she’s in a coma… I am begging you… all of you to please give us some personal space…” I said. The lights from the camera is pissing me off and is started walking again. Surprisingly they didn’t come after us and left the three of us there.