"Are you alright?" I asked him, my hand slowly moving towards his face to feel them, to know if he was still alive, to know if he was hearing every word that I said.
As soon as my fingertip met his skin, it all happened in a flash, faster than the eyes could see, he held my wrist and looked up into my eyes, his stare piercing into my soul like needles.
The flames in his eyes as he looked at me were beyond the ordinary, and I couldn't resist the urge that repelled me.
"Why are you here?" He asked me, his voice vibrated and unlike I know, his face was almost unrecognizable with the bruises and marks from punches and who knows what.
I couldn't hold back the gasp as I stared at him in horror,
"Let go of my wrist Allesio, you are hurting me!" I cried, trying to release myself from his tight grip, he would have surely dragged me into the unit if not for the bars that separated us.
"Why are you here?" He asked again.
