"I want my wife!" Angelo yelled as he flung his food across the room. A visit that had started well was slowly going downhill from when Fiona touched his arm.
"What wife are you talking about?" Lexi exclaimed as she was unable to calm Angelo down. They all watched with shock as Angelo removed his IV tubes and flung them aside with anger. Fiona stood in the corner of the room, her pupils widened like a deer caught in headlights.
On multiple occasions, she had experienced Angelo's wrath when he dealt with his enemies, but never before had he witnessed his anger in its matured form.
"I might not be one hundred percent, but I am sane enough to know that my wife has not come to see me!" he exclaimed, and all his anger he directed at his family, Fiona and her father.
"Angelo, calm down. You've just had an accident," Lexi argued.