Zack's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he gazed at the reporters. He never liked being questioned by them, especially at a desperate time like this. What irked him more was that they were blocking his exit from the hospital. They were like annoying flies buzzing around his eyes. He motioned for them to step aside, but they were too busy throwing questions at him to understand.

His annoyance grew at their stubbornness and persistence.

"Mr. Zack Anderson, please update us on her condition."

They kept pressing on, even though he didn't seem to be in the mood to provide answers.

Zack stepped forward; his patience had run out. He...