"How do you feel about Mr. Foulger denying the accusitions?" one reporter shouted, outside the hospital, twenty minutes after Nick had been arrested.
"I don't know exactly what to think," Lance admitted.
"Who do you believe? Your daughter, or her boyfriend?" another one yelled. "Your daughter has been in shock, and the facts could be a little altered to her."
"No matter how much shock she had been in, if my daughter told me that her boyfriend had raped and tried to kill her, I would believe her."
They countless questions continued, until Lance couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry, but I need to go back inside. Jamie's waiting."
Closing the hospital door behind him, the shouting lingered on. Lance rubbed his temples, in distress.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to subject Jamie to the pack of wolves, feeding off of her hurt, and writing about it, but he didn't want her to live in the hospital anymore. She would be able to come home tomorrow, anyway.
He entered her room, to see Jamie watching another report on the TV about her.
She heard him, and turned around. "When is it going to end, Dad? Why can't they just leave me alone?"
"The public feeds off this type of thing. You know that." He sat next to her. "You know I'd change it, if I could."
Jamie nodded.
"Do you want to come home tomorrow. You could stay in here, and avoid having to be mobbed by the reporters," Lance offered.
Jamie was quick to shake her head no. "I don't want to stay in here any longer."
"Ok. We'll go home tomorrow, then."