"Mr. Adam! Is it true…"
"...files revealed that…"
"...how many patients are there and…"
The noise was… insane. The journalists' voices were loud enough to pierce through his ears. Dozens of voices erupted at once, each journalist shouting their questions over the others, hands waving frantically in the air.
The noise made it impossible to distinguish individual words—just a wall of sound that seemed to press against his skull.
Adam blinked, trying to focus on a single voice, but another would immediately drown it out. His eyes darted from face to face, each one demanding his attention, their mouths moving rapidly as they competed for answers he hadn't given yet.
"Wait…"
The camera flashes came in rapid succession, white bursts that left spots dancing across his vision. He squinted, raising a hand instinctively to shield his eyes. The lights were relentless—every few seconds, another photographer would fire off a shot, adding to his growing nausea.
