The white room was the thing that Marco kept looking at while waiting for the news of his son. He sat on a chair for hours while his wife was sleeping, Marco was tired of waiting. He got up and then a doctor walked towards them and he woke his wife and said to the doctor, [b]"How's our son, doctor?"[/b]. The doctor said to them, [b]"Your son did well in surgery, we removed the bullet and close the wound. But, he lost a lot of blood and he has an infection. It'll take awhile, but your son will do fine, commissioner. One more thing, Alyssia we need you to donate some blood."[/b]. Marco frowned at the news, but it was a little step towards getting better. He got up and walked towards the window, where his son was lying on a bed, and said, [b]"I should of got there faster, son. This has to be my fault somehow or 'God' just hates me. But you'll get better. I'm going outside so I can have a smoke."[/b]. Marco never had smoked in his life either know his wife and his dad had, but he needed a cigarette now. When Alyssia was talking to the doctor, he went into an Alyssia's purse and grabbed a lighter and a cigarette box of Marlboro Lights and told his wife that he was going outside. He stepped out and got the lighter and aimed at the cigarette and lit it and put it at his mouth and breathe the smoke. It felt odd for Marco to smoke, but it felt so good. He put the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it and walked inside as he put the box and the lighter in his pocket.