Mickey paced around the room as Fiona walked in. “He needs to go to the hospital,” *Fiona sighs,”they might hospitalise him.” Mickey looked up at her. “You mean a physc ward? Fuck no! He’s staying with me. We’re gonna take care of him. Me and you, us.” “He needs help, we can’t help him, Mick; he might be bipolar like Monica.” Fiona frowns. “He’s not fucking being hospitalised! He’s family. He’s staying with me, either you help me look after him, or you don’t. But he’s not going anywhere.”