I knew I had to help the baby. I owed it to Michael, after all, he was the one who found me rotting in Ernie's garage and Mina nursed me back to health, and without them I would be dead.
I approached the baby. she was a small, frail little thing, with eyes that could look straight into your soul. she was awake but her mother wasn’t. I picked her up and she giggled, as if she recognised me. Dismissing that ridiculous thought from my head, I did all I could for her, and within a few minutes she seemed healthier than before. Her cheeks were rosy, and she had a broad smile on her face.
Her mother seemed restless. She was tossing and turning in her bed. Probably worried about her daughter. But I knew that pain and anxiety