'Shit...' His brain said at the mention of her son. He didn't say it, but he though it, 'Shoulda got ridda th' thin' before it' wer' born, eh?' He couldn't risk upsetting Neela any more than that night had already. 'Don' worry babe...' he crooned, keeping a hold of her tightly. 'Ain' nuffin gonna get y' now...'. Tony stood up, glancing down towards Neela. 'Now are y' sure y' wanna see 'er?' he said, imagining the bird broken and bloody. He really didn't want to deal with another batch of hysterics from Neela. He didn't think he could handle it well. He'd seen her upset enough already.
He left dutifully. Moving quickly because he couldn't bear to be away from her. He found the bird quickly. Yep. Broken and mangled just as he envisioned.A tear felt from his eye as he scooped the bird up and ran back to the house. Laying the creature on the bed he went back to care for Neela. 'Everythin's gonna be fine, babe, ah tell y'...'
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