“What the hell are you doing here?” Mickey quickly asked as he looked at Luisa. She was clutching a paper bag in her hand.
“Michael…” Luisa mumbled. “I…I can’t sleep…I am so worried about Miggy…” she added, looking at the boy sleeping on the bed with IV drips attached to his hand.
“Is your conscience biting you in the ass?” Mickey snorted, closing the laptop. He then stood up and walked towards the lady. “Outside,” he instructed as he looked at her pale cheeks and red puffy eyes.
Luisa nodded before taking another look at her son. “Okay…” she yielded.
Mickey and Luisa left the room and headed to the far end of the hallway. “What did you do to him?” Mickey hissed as they stopped. “I know youre up to something, lady….”
Luisa stared back at Mickey. “I didn’t do anything to him!” she re
