"Where is he? Where is my son?!" Agatha rushed in, eyes erratic as she searched for him.
The instant she set her eyes on us, she turned feral.
"What did you do to him?!" She screamed at us and came forward.
Ares was quick on his feet, but I was faster.
Slap!
Her head turned the other way, and when she looked back towards me.
Slap!
Agatha stumbled back, holding her red cheek, gaping at me with wide eyes and then at Ares, who didn't make any attempt to stop my actions.
"You—"
"Don't come here and start throwing accusations when your son is in there fighting for his life!" I snapped, seething.
She looked towards the door and then at me, tears streaming down her face. She hugged herself, crying like a child.
At the sound of footsteps, we turned to Constance, who came into view.
The doors from the surgery room burst open that instant, and the doctor was out, pulling down his surgical mask.
"Dr. Greg..." Ares spoke up.
"How is he?" I demanded.
