Marcell’s POV.

“He looks like shit.” A familiar voice pushed its way through the fog of my mind.

“I think he deserves to look like shit. Especially after all that he’s been through.” A feminine voice that sounded equally as familiar to me pipped up.

The dull idleness of my brain had a hard time registering the faces that the voices belonged to. But I knew them. Down the very fiber of my being, I knew that I knew them. Pushing against the cotton that ...