Herald had been approached by one of the hospital staff and was informed on the new high profile patient that had been confined into one of the old cells in the old part of the hospital. "Dammit what hell is that court thinking? I wasn't expecting Craig for another week," Herald lamented to himself. He began to press his lips against the balls of his fist as he found himself in a dire contemplation. Briefly he pondered before he came to a decision and then raced outside to face the unfettered horde of journalist that awaited for his statement.<br/><br/>Before he stepped outside he turned to one of the guards, "I want you to do the necessary damage control. Make sure no one enters this facility or start snooping around for that matter. Position the team in the necessary locations but what ever you do make sure they don't get too close to the hospital, you got that?" He ordered sternly. The guard nodded as he radio to his fellow co-workers to tell them the plan. After they were informed he turned as asked the guard, "Is Craig accommodated to his special quarters?" Herald asked the guard.<br/><br/>"Yes sir we've just stripped him of all paraphernalia and placed him in a nice hospital gown in his bullet proof door cell." The guard responded.<br/><br/>"Okay good, make sure that<b>that</b>particular section is closed off to everyone unless they have my clearance. There's no need to startle any of the patients and staff." Herald order. Then he adjusted his blazer and tie and stepped out to greet his clamorous audience. Almost instantly microphones we pressed to his face and questions bombarded him from all sides. "Ok, Okay everyone calm and easy. One question at a time."<br/><br/>"Doctor Crowley, Vanessa Taylor, Pennsylvania times. Do you agree with the judges controversial sentencing to place Mr.Craig in the same care as the hospital he once served?" A female reported asked.<br/><br/>"Well, honestly I take great pride in the care we give all out patients and we are attentive to all their needs. Mr.Craig's history at this hospital will be a factor in his treatment but I do feel that he would seek better treatment at a more capable facility. We do have our share of violent patients and are well equipped to handle them but the instant I can transfer Mr.Craig I guarantee it will be to a more suitable hospital that specializes in his condition."<br/><br/>"Doctor Crowley, Mark Coarse, CNN. Why do you think that Mr.Craig requested to be immediately sent to this facility after this trial?" Another reporter asked.<br/><br/>"Well I have no information about anything the court and Mr.Craig have decided as far as his sentencing goes. So honestly until he tells me himself I don't know the reason why he asked for a speedy incarnation. I haven't had a chance to talk to the guy." Crowley answered lightheartedly. Chuckling at his own response.<br/><br/>"Doctor Crowley, Kevin Richards, Fox News. Do you think that your years of working with Mr.Craig, deemed 'scarecrow', by the newspapers will affect treatment or how to attend to Mr.Craig." A third reported asked.<br/><br/>"Well I can only be vague but when Mr.Craig was at his prime he was a wonder to work with and I can only say that for me to remain unbiased as far as the treatment is concerned I will not be assigned to Mr.Craig's case. I am aware of his crimes and will do my best to keep him from endangering anymore lives. He definitely one if not the most hostile patients we have at this facility. That is all the questions I'm going to take for today excuse me." The journalist hollered and shouted as Doctor Crowley disregarded their questions like an afterthought. He made his way back inside the hospital and now to the restricted area where they were housing Edward Craig.<br/><br/>His feet tapped loudly against the linoleum floor. He steady stamper over to where the hospital was detaining Mr. Craig. Passing glass enclosed cells where other drugged out and hostile patients were being confined. He walked up to the guard that was guarding Edward's cell and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, I need to talk to Mr.Craig right now, could you wait outside and I'll get when we're finished." The guard nodded and raised from his seat and walked out of the room. Herald took the place of the guard and sat in front of Edward in silence.<br/><br/>"You know that I am a busy man so I'll make this quick. We've worked together for a long time Edward and I've regarded you at time not only as my friend but as my equal so it's going to hurt me to say this. This place isn't for you, you vile piece of shit! You deserve to rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life but according to the roll of the dice it didn't play like that. You're only allowed one hour of recreation time on the ward under supervision. And you<b>will</b>be heavily guarded. You will get one shower, everyday at about two o clock in the afternoon again with supervision. Also lights out down here is at nine pm. You will get three meals a day, and a phone call to you lawyer whenever you want. I mean this is a hospital not a prison we need to allow you some sort of line to outside. I'm going to assume you understand all this." Herald said enlightening the new arrival one the procedures that will be enforce for the remainder of this stay. Herald rose from the rusty metal fold up chair and turned to walk away but then stopped.<br/><br/>"Oh before I forget, if you take your medication like a good boy and show some progress with your appointed doctor I'll grant you some more freedoms and maybe a nicer room with the other patients. By the way, I know you know my secret Edward! I know you know why I am in medicine!"  Herald calmly walked over to the glass pane that separated them and unpredictably began banging on it frustratedly gnashing his teeth as he did so. "And because of that I'm going to sedate you so bad that you won't even remember what the fuck your accursed mothers face looked like! I'm going to pump you so full of drugs that you won't remember your fucking name!" Herald shouted at Edward in a frenzy of rage. Herald panted as he was wound up from the intense anger he harbored. He combed his hair with his hands and adjusted his appearance before walking away without saying another word.