"Birdie, is that you?"
The moment Marcella heard Tony's voice, she walked in. The fear in her heart vanished.
"Tony…" she stood next to him and held his hand.
His face was covered in bandages and she could only see his eyes. His hands were cold to touch and she saw scratches that were treated on his arms. Other than that, she didn't know what other wounds he had in his body. When she got there, she heard Paul kicking him.
She choked again unable to bear to see him like that.
"Sit," he patted beside him. He cleared his dry throat.
Marcella poured him some water and he waved his hand and pointed at his throat. He then cleared his throat. Marcella figured that his throat was sore because he hadn't spoken for a long time.
