Mark's POV
"Stay where you are," I screamed at the top of my lungs, with my revolver grasped tightly in my right hand.
A wave of shock washed over Parker on hearing the "smashing" sound of the door. He glanced back at me racing towards him. He became uneasy and lost the calculation of how to escape my gaze. He mistakenly flung a silver medical tray, all "crashing," to the floor, along with an injection dose, which I caught him red-handed, infusing it into my mom's drip infusion.
"Parker, stop," I declared sharply, my voice laced with anger and fear for the unknown risk. "I'll shoot you if you move," I blurted, my voice so audible and menacing,
Without hesitation he picked up the silver, threw it at me, and raced to the tiny window behind my mom's bed. He stoned the window glasses with
